Stories

It's your life, so bask in it

It's alright, to ask for it

It's one night, so make it count

We never get enough of what we dream about

Cause every morning comes to fast

And every perfect night becomes the past

We will never be able to comprehend

How lucky we are for our stories until they end

There's no right or wrong to it

Just try holding onto it

It's your life, so make it count

There's never more to lose

Than letting yourself doubt

We never get enough

Of what we dream about

Cause every morning comes to fast

And every perfect night becomes the past

We will never be able to comprehend

How lucky we are for our stories until they end

I've start to protocol

I've let myself feel small

It can't be safe but stuck in place

I changed the where and when

And circled back again

And I do not intend to let a single second go and then

The morning comes to fast

And every perfect night becomes the past

We will never be able to comprehend

How lucky we are for our stories until they end