Breathing in the past, and living in the future.

You could've told me everything was going to fall apart,

instead of saying it was going to be okay.

Maybe it would have been better,

if you would've said we were making a new start.

Do you ever think of what you did,

or regret it?

Don't you ever stop thinking of yourself,

and for a chance think say no to the hit?

You left us on the edge of our seats.

I thought maybe you would come back,

and say you were glad to be off the streets.

That you were sorry for abandoning us.

But what do you do instead?

You leave us knowing that you left on the bus.

What did we do to you,

to make us drive you away?

To pick up the lighter and forget about the world,

and us too?

Was it us in general,

or were you just disturbed?

Now you sit in an isolated place,

and think of us,

wondering why you don't belong.

And you want to know what I have to say?

Move along.