Bright Lights - Paper Arms

Remember the breaking day

Waking up in pain

A smile stuck on your face?

Remember the broken bones

Before we needed homes

And life got in the way?

Young and reckless

Bright lights, I see you growing dull

Bright lights, remember when we held the sun?

I may be an optimist

But still I must insist

We used to get this right

And it just kills me

To think that growing up Means throwing the fight