We've got work in the morning
But it's nearly 5 AM
Is this really what we envisioned
We won't be 21 again

And in the haze you see colours
And problems suddenly make sense
But the way you've been going
You'll be in an early grave

And you don't know what you've got until it's gone
And you don't know who to love until you're lost
And you don't know how to feel until the moment's passed

I wish you'd live like you're made of glass