I used to spend my days writing anthems
For the everyday man
But I burned all my poems and covered all my answers
In camouflage clothes
I compromised my heart and the truths I used to know
We were just situational lovers
The kind that help the day move along
But I burned all my mess
And traded all my troubles
For waiting here out on my own
I compromised my heart and the truths I used to know
Oh, it's the hardest
It's the hardest
It's the hardest kind of living
Giving all the wrong that I've done
If I had a dime for every corner that I've turned
I'd buy back the road that I threw away