Текст песни Sunday Store - Common Mess

Wouldn’t it be nice if we would have met another day?
But I realize that it isn’t gonna be this way
After all – it is about time. You know all the things that I’ve tried
Don’t ask why. Don’t ask why

So, it isn’t true
I lost the dreams. There’s nothing else to do

Do we really care what could have been said ‘bout ourselves?
Better stay aware of the people with their common mess
They will never let you stay high. That’s the way they make you feel blind
You won’t hide. You won’t hide

So, it isn’t true
I lost the dreams. There’s nothing else to do

Pretty sure I’ll get it out of my mind
And I know it’s probably nothing. But
I like to imagine that I was right. I was right. I was right.

So, it isn’t true
I lost the dreams. There’s nothing else to do