I know it seems bad
I know what I've said
Painful words were spoken over things we never had
Maybe things'll get stable and we can hold out 'til April
Sit around and figure out the things that feel so bad
One of these days are gonna be great
And we could write the story out if it soothes your pain
Takes a lot to find it
Twenty years of dying
All for things to leave and feel as if they changed a tad
Nothing's gonna happen you made it just to seven
Sit around and figure out the things that make you glad
One of these days are gonna be great
And we could write the story out if it soothes your pain
One of these days I'm not gonna hate
And maybe I could push it down and do whatever it takes
Takes a lot to find it (one of these days)
Twenty years of dying (one of these days)
Takes a lot to find it
One of these days
Takes a lot to find it (all for things to leave and feel as if they changed a tad)
Twenty years of dying (all for things to leave and feel as if they changed a tad)