The Art Of Anger (Matt Mancid Remix)
Color Theory
4:09There must be a million things I'll never do again Like sleeping beneath the stars Holding my father's hand When our lives are enchanted We take it for granted Sipping on borrowed wine We misplace our attention And nobody mentions It could be the last time If I knew what would I do differently? Would I start weeping uncontrollably? This could be my last time and I wouldn't even know This could be my last time and I wouldn't even know This could be my last time and I wouldn't even know This could be my last time and I wouldn't even know It wasn't so long ago I kissed my son goodnight The next night I let him be Figured he'd be alright We're all dying in pieces And deepening creases Prisoners of our minds Can't afford to be reckless With something so precious It could be the last time If I knew what would I do differently? Would I start weeping uncontrollably? This could be my last time and I wouldn't even know This could be my last time and I wouldn't even know This could be my last time and I wouldn't even know This could be my last time and I wouldn't even know It may sound a bit morbid Tasteless or sordid Dwelling on cruel facts But these moments define you And serve to remind you It could be your last act You won't get this day back If I knew what would I do differently? Would I start weeping uncontrollably? This could be my last time and I wouldn't even know This could be my last time and I wouldn't even know This could be my last time and I wouldn't even know This could be my last time and I wouldn't even know This could be my last song and I wouldn't even know