Our worlds are built On top of blurry ideals Reflected to us by a dirty mirror Clearing up with age We begin to understand We're all destined to become the things we fear Life is disappointment Packaged up as lessons taught We dream big, so failures cost is steep Always moving to not feel it Because feeling makes it real and At some point we all have get to sleep Letting go is harder Than fighting hopeless wars People love a martyr But when all is lost its time to let it go When all is lost its time to let it go I still remember the number of the house that I grew up in And the numbers of the boys I grew up with We don't talk that much these days We're living different lives We swore this wouldn't happen when we were kids A house of broken promises, a mouth that's never honest And the older I get the more that I understand They tried to do their best, to be more instead of less But fate can corrupt even well laid plans Letting go is harder Than fighting hopeless wars People love a martyr But when all is lost its time to let it go But when all is lost its time to let it go Letting go is harder Than fighting hopeless wars People love a martyr But when all is lost its time to let it go But when all is lost its time to let it go