Outside, slowly forming puddles and it's alright, chasing after villains
Raindrops, falling in your windows but you're just fine, dreaming of your heroes
You've been chasing yesterdays, the only ones you have
Remembering the prophecies of childhoods passed
Watching, dew drops stain the grass you walk you're wandering, aimless through the meadow
Feeling, you could spend eternity just waiting, drowning in the flood
You've been chasing yesterdays, tomorrow you will too
Nostalgic for the promises still written in the dew
Without hope, living in mediocrity and drowning in an empty sea
Looking back, is no way to live a life
Mourn your dreams of Socrates you philosopher king
The punishment for ambition is dreary suffering
The old ones were so impressed with everything you've done
Now the only thing they'll praise is your head to a gun
Storm clouds, the longer that it rains the more you think back, on all the chances lost
Anguished, watching from the future leaves you breathless, where did it all go
You'll be chasing yesterdays until the end of time
Begging for a memory of when you felt alive
Mourn your dreams of Socrates you philosopher king
The punishment for ambition is dreary suffering
The old ones were so impressed with everything you've done
Now the only thing they'll praise is your head to a gun
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Outside, slowly forming puddles and it's alright, chasing after villains
Raindrops, falling in your windows but you're just fine, dreaming of your heroes
You've been chasing yesterdays, the only ones you have
Remembering the prophecies of childhoods passed
Watching, dew drops stain the grass you walk you're wandering, aimless through the meadow
Feeling, you could spend eternity just waiting, drowning in the flood
You've been chasing yesterdays, tomorrow you will too
Nostalgic for the promises still written in the dew
Without hope, living in mediocrity and drowning in an empty sea
Looking back, is no way to live a life
Mourn your dreams of Socrates you philosopher king
The punishment for ambition is dreary suffering
The old ones were so impressed with everything you've done
Now the only thing they'll praise is your head to a gun
Storm clouds, the longer that it rains the more you think back, on all the chances lost
Anguished, watching from the future leaves you breathless, where did it all go
You'll be chasing yesterdays until the end of time
Begging for a memory of when you felt alive
Mourn your dreams of Socrates you philosopher king
The punishment for ambition is dreary suffering
The old ones were so impressed with everything you've done
Now the only thing they'll praise is your head to a gun
Raindrops, falling in your windows but you're just fine, dreaming of your heroes
You've been chasing yesterdays, the only ones you have
Remembering the prophecies of childhoods passed
Watching, dew drops stain the grass you walk you're wandering, aimless through the meadow
Feeling, you could spend eternity just waiting, drowning in the flood
You've been chasing yesterdays, tomorrow you will too
Nostalgic for the promises still written in the dew
Without hope, living in mediocrity and drowning in an empty sea
Looking back, is no way to live a life
Mourn your dreams of Socrates you philosopher king
The punishment for ambition is dreary suffering
The old ones were so impressed with everything you've done
Now the only thing they'll praise is your head to a gun
Storm clouds, the longer that it rains the more you think back, on all the chances lost
Anguished, watching from the future leaves you breathless, where did it all go
You'll be chasing yesterdays until the end of time
Begging for a memory of when you felt alive
Mourn your dreams of Socrates you philosopher king
The punishment for ambition is dreary suffering
The old ones were so impressed with everything you've done
Now the only thing they'll praise is your head to a gun
Writer: Footprints Phobos
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid