Lyrics Washed Up - Keepsake

Oh, how I've dreamt to know what it's like to watch you fall.
It must be so hard for you to be amongst the ones that made you once more.

You live a shallow existence, with no intent to pick up the pieces.
The souls you left behind now follow a lonely path, covered by the blood you spilled to make your future.

Where the fuck are you now?

Where the fuck are you now?

You have nothing to show from this.
(Was it worth it? Are you perfect?)

You have nothing to show from this.
(Was it worth it? Are you perfect?)

Face it, the times you had have been wasted.
(Was it worth it? Are you perfect?)
You burnt all your bridges by taking advantage of the ones you call your friends.

Face it, the times you had have been wasted.
(Was it worth it? Are you perfect?)
You're nothing without them, you won't find their shelter.
So what's it like to feel alone?

So what's it like to feel alone?

So what's it like? What's it like?

Are you proud of yourself?
You've let this all go to hell.
How will you look through their eyes when you've run out of lies?
How will you keep your head above water?
Without their guidance you have no order.

You live a shallow existence, with no intent to pick up the pieces.
The souls you left behind now follow a lonely path, covered by the blood you spilled to make your future.

You sit and judged while they starved in the dark.
Yet you call on us when there's a need to be loved.
So you're on your knees trying to cover the tracks.
Your hope of a new start is not coming back.

(Face it, the times you had have been wasted.
Face it, the times you had have been wasted.)

Face it, the times you had have been wasted.
(Was it worth it? Are you perfect?)
You burnt all your bridges by taking advantage of the ones you call your friends.

Face it, the times you had have been wasted.
(Was it worth it? Are you perfect?)
You're nothing without them, you won't find their shelter.
So what's it like to feel alone?

So what's it like to feel alone?
So what's it like? What's it like?

You live a shallow existence, with no intent to pick up the pieces.
The souls you left behind now follow a lonely path, covered by the blood you spilled to make your future.