Have you wished that you could go back there?
In the memories that you've kept
You reside to hide and run back scared
Until you find there's nothing left
Could you ever just feel satisfied?
With the things you play like toys
You can take the boy from the cynic dear
But not the cynic from the boy
I've been waiting, complicating
Every simple thing you're doing
No one told me that I should ever wait for this
Settle for the truth, 'til it's finally making sense
Nothing in my head would ever do it justice
Forget the things I said, it's all for you
Forget the things I said, it's all for you
Could you ever try to hold it back?