Better Written Off Than Written Down

Intro - (x2) From the darkest lows, To the heavenly highs, Another dream let go, On every mantelpiece. If you had your life, To live over again, Would you do it in style? Or make those same mistakes? If I keep folding there will be nothing left of me, But shapeless shoulders and this cold, dead smile, These days are better written off than written down. Will you live your life, Through a blossoming child? Or will you sail the seas, Of self-discovery? Does if make you smile, When you think of the ride? Or do you get tired, Burning Oxygen If I keep folding there will be nothing left of me, But shapeless shoulders and this cold, dead smile, These days are better written off than written down. All the wasted days, And the promises made, Could put the fear of God In any one of us. Resolutions seep, Through the soles of your feet So find a goal you can reach Ever the optimist. If I keep folding there will be nothing left of me, But shapeless shoulders and this cold, dead smile, These days are better written off than written down. Ending of song -