I've got tired eyes

A black sky

Making it's home under my lash line

You keep on crying

Babe I don't mind

I keep on staring at the clock trying to pass time

In my life

It flies by

Faster than you could say, "I love you, goodbye"

"It's almost over"

You say with a sigh

Will our lives be better when we make it to the other side?

Ah, hope we make it to the other side

Eighteen

Prom queen

We spend our time thinking 'bout what we'll be doing

We walk quiet streets

Not afraid of the sounds

Nothing bad ever happens in this town

Mean dreams

Can't sleep

Younger me thought this'd be more bittersweet

But we never noticed how long it'd been

Got too caught up in the life we're living

Ah, hope we make it to the other side

And I hope

I hope

All of our homes have white fences

And I hope

I hope

Our smiles are wider than theirs is

And I hope

I hope

All of our dreams are kept fragrant

And I'll meet you on the pavement

When we make it to the other side

Ah, hope we make it to the other side