Stories

It's your life, so bask in it
It's alright, to ask for it
It's one night, so make it count

We never get enough of what we dream about

Cause every morning comes to fast
And every perfect night becomes the past
We will never be able to comprehend
How lucky we are for our stories until they end

There's no right or wrong to it
Just try holding onto it
It's your life, so make it count

There's never more to lose
Than letting yourself doubt
We never get enough
Of what we dream about

Cause every morning comes to fast
And every perfect night becomes the past
We will never be able to comprehend
How lucky we are for our stories until they end

I've start to protocol
I've let myself feel small
It can't be safe but stuck in place
I changed the where and when
And circled back again
And I do not intend to let a single second go and then

The morning comes to fast
And every perfect night becomes the past
We will never be able to comprehend
How lucky we are for our stories until they end