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