Move On

I know it ain't always been a bed of roses

But it ain't also been a crown of thorns

'Cause every day that you died a rose is

The day that you were born

I know you really think you've thought it over

I know how good it feels to find you're wrong

I know when someone really fucks you over

You feel you don't belong

You feel you don't belong

And my foot's on the gas

And I'm thinking fast

I won't find no future by fixing the past

And my foot's on the gas

And I'm thinking fast

I won't find no future by fixing the past

I won't find no future by fixing the past

I won't find no future by fixing the past

I won't find no future by fixing the past

I won't find no future by fixing the past

([Move on, Move on, Move on, Move on])

I know it isn't how you like behaving

I know you didn't mean it seriously

And this hell you're in heaven, dating

Would leave eventually

Nobody ever figured all the answers

Nobody ever never got it wrong

But everybody got circumstances

That they could dwell upon

Instead of moving on

'Cause my foot's on the gas

And I'm thinking fast

I won't find no future by fixing the past

And my foot's on the gas

And I'm thinking fast

I won't find no future by fixing the past

I won't find no future by fixing the past

I won't find no future by fixing the past

I won't find no future by fixing the past

I won't find no future by fixing the past

([Move on, Move on, Move on, Move onMove on, Move on, Move on, Move onMove on, Move on, Move on, Move on])

And my foot's on the gas

And I'm thinking fast

I won't find no future by fixing the past

And my foot's on the gas

And I'm thinking fast

I won't find no future by fixing the past

I won't find no future by fixing the past

I won't find no future by fixing the past

I won't find no future by fixing the past

I won't find no future by fixing the past