Time bleeds off the clock, days laid to waste. Talking shit and savoring the taste. Mouths run dry with tales of glory days, and all the while there's stories left to make. At this moment I wouldn't change a single thing I've got your company and I need nothing more. I'll reminisce when I've done everything until then I'll try to make these moments last. When did the present get so tense? Stuck in the past, we've set our futures in cement. Life is dull but what did you expect? When nostalgia is exhaled with every breath. All we've got is right now.