I don’t quite remember what the past tastes like, or what I used to like, or what I used to be like
but sometimes the air gets tight and it feels like it’s fight or flight
and I don’t quite remember if this path is right, but we’ve got to make it back before the break of night
Because I don’t want to get caught out in the moonlight, because I remember quite clearly what alone feels like

But I know that the past can’t let you let it go
and I know that the future holds me tight, holds me tight, holds me tight, tonight!

And I will have to find a better to drive out the demons that kick it with me at night
And I know they’re mine but they seem to have their own minds
And I don’t quite remember who started this fight, this fire-fight keeping us warm tonight, and I will let the flames lick all of my bones dry if they promise that it will be alright, it will be alright

But I know that the past is just the bird about your throat
And I know that the future holds me tight

Someday I hope to find a better me in a better time
With habits not vices, with hope, not vanity
with reasons behind
every line

I don’t quite remember what the past tastes like, or what I used to like, or what I used to be like
But maybe it’s better that way, to lose the rewind and just hit play cause
I don’t quite remember what I wanted to find, what I hoped would be mine, I think what I’ve got is fine
And I think that Old Me would feel alright with whatever ending I choose to write

Cause I know that past is just a tv show
and I know that future holds me tight