Keep This - Make Do And Mend

We let the years pass and shatter us like glass

We let our ships crash against the banks of our regret

It’s not that I can’t grasp all of the things we let collapse

I just wonder what’s the sense in looking back

'Cause I don’t think there’s something I would trade

For the food stamps and the rent we barely make

So maybe I’m fucking up, but that’s a chance I’m going to take

I’m just waiting for the rain to clean my slate

It’s so hard to believe that by December we’ll see Europe

While my friends at home are decorating trees

And this gift that I’ve received comes instruction free

And that’s exactly how I want my life to be

So I don’t think there’s something I would trade

For the phone calls and the time I’ve spend awake

'Cause last night I lied awake and watched her sleeping next to me

And as each breath left her chest it occurred to me…

It’s so hard to believe

I don’t think there’s something I would trade

For the endless list of the mistakes I’ve made

Maybe I’m fucking up, but I think that that’s ok

Just so long as I’m learning every day