[Verse 1]
Barely able to keep the lids open
At times I might think I need the rest
But who would want to go back there?
It's already hard enough to say I need it

[Chorus]
Bad memories and good times
Keep me from believing that I can still jump off
No longer, no longer the same
You grow accustomed to seeing the sun in a different location
Standing still becomes a chore
Anxious to get the pavement moving

[Verse 2]
The easy solution to this and everything else is to move on
It comes equipped with the last word
They find ways to drag you along
And dismantle what you created
It's already hard enough to say I need it

[Chorus]
Bad memories and good times
Keep me from believing that I can still jump off
No longer, no longer the same
You grow accustomed to seeing the sun in a different location
Standing still becomes a chore
Anxious to get the pavement moving
[Outro]
Happiness is not having to lie on the floor dead alone
Happiness is not having to...