Music: BENJAMIN FRANCIS WALSH/BRIANNA MARIE COLLINS/William Yip/THEODORE WILLIAM ROBERTS/COLIN GORMAN/John Andrew Hull
And I won't care how you remember me
Shaking in fear or resolving it
Crushed by the feeling, not knowing what happens next
Take time to go perfect whatever version of the truth suits you best
But don't ask why
Don't ask why
Don't ask why
And I won't ask why
And I won't care how you remember me
Searching for truth or ignoring it
I guess I have to learn to live and let live or die
There's no control from the backseat of your life, so drive
And don't ask why
And don't ask why
Don't ask why
Why
And I won't ask why
So hold on to what is gold in your eyes
Hold on to what is gold in your eyes
You cannot speak of me
And you cannot hear what I say
Hollow and divorced from reality
And I wish I was writing fiction when I was just writing scripts
But there's no medicine, no spiritual truth to be found in this
I see the pain not healing
I see the same things still overwhelm
I see the pain not healing
I see the same things still overwhelm
I see the pain not healing
I see the pain not healing