Dead Ends
Brett Sanderson / Erin Fein / Nicholas Sanborn / Tristan Wraight
It's the middle of the night
Everybody is asleep
And there's nothing left to think about
Except for worries that we keep
It seems decisions have such consequence
The later that it gets
And nobody's got your back
Not even your friends
They can't, they're too busy growing up
It was the idea we agreed on
When did we last think of golden suns?
Who were the people saying go ahead?
I can't remember things the way that I used to
You are the only one who makes sense
And I can't seem to understand anyone else
Nothing but dead ends
Nothing but dead ends
Till you, till you
I am never gonna let you go
I am never gonna let you go
I am never gonna let you go
I am never gonna let you go
I am never gonna let you go