No Time For Major Fuck Ups

Instantaneously I book myself
Up for two weeks or three
I'll forget all the things that you've told me
There's always some things I need to achieve

Our former lives, they've all passed by
It's time to choose
With resumes filled with tons of clichés
We've got nothing to lose

Oh, so carelessly I've tried to blank out
My own history
It would mean the world to me
If you sorted me out from your memory

Our former lives, they've all passed by
It's time to choose
With resumes filled with tons of clichés
We've got nothing to lose

We've been aiming for that goal for so long
But our weaknesses have come on too strong