What's the point in feeling any shame Bridges burn down all the time Structures fall into another place Crashing to the ground But you'll still remember me Through the coming days and what it used to be To be kind is to be naive Words are often very vile Close your eyes but you'll still see my face Whatchu running from When you still remember me Through the coming years and what it used to be Those times seem long and fleeting They vanish quicker by the day Stuck in the moment far behind (Reminiscing all the time) I've learned to take the flattery (You'll tell everyone about me) Just when you think you're free You'll remember me