Begging for answers to questions these old lives won’t let go. Thinking my way out of knowing so which should I follow? Pasts prove painful, so what’s left to argue? Can’t catch my breath to save my life! We like to argue… Flip through the pages and realize we lied to ourselves. If money meant nothing to us then, why does it mean anything right now? Wish I could keep my head above the current, but every time I break surface my lungs collapse.