Enough pictures drawn in the sand   Of everything we wish we'd been   Just to watch them wash out when the waters rise      Enough careless talk about giving up   Complaining of the things we haven't got   Why can't we stand up to the test of time?      No more, no less than all we are, all we have   No more holding back, so far, we've only made a scratch   Knives out, no more holding back, we'll drag our heels   On cold concrete until it's four feet wide   And six feet deep, to forget our regrets and yesterdays      I want to cut, cut the bind, it's not the scissors that are dull   It's our minds, it's our apathy and shallow goals entwined   It's all or nothing, kiss yesterday goodbye