Offers

I could be wrong, we could wait to tomorrow,
When the money's spent there's nothing left of me.

You're carried off by a weight that just follows
all the others that we drag beneath our feet.
And I said:

You were always like a child.
This was just a fantasy.
Wake me up 'cause I'm so tired of troubled sleep.

Drag me along,
That's a way that I follow
and we're better off pretending to be friends.
It's good enough, that that's all we can offer
Lower your expectations of me

You were always like a child
This was just a fantasy
Wake me up 'cause I'm so tired of troubled sleep.

Our time has come.
We've carried on
so long.
I can't hold on.

We are so young.
We've already spent so much.
what's left?
Hold on.