|Drums, Vocals:||Brittany Harrell|
|Vocals, Guitar:||Brad Wyrosdick|
|Guitar, Vocals:||Patrick Bambrick|
|Bass, Vocals:||Bryan Kerr|
I need a minute to get my head straight, get my thoughts in line.
Opportunity knocks but no one's home.
I've driven away from myself. Nowhere to be found, but at a fork in the road.
Which way do I go?
I'm so overwhelmed by decisions I have to make for myself.
I can't cover it up anymore. Weighing apathy or settling, I choose none of the above.
I can't afford to pay attention to every detail that I'm missing.
Back track the path I'm taking and wonder what or who I could've been.
I hate the fact that I'm surrounded by regrets that keep me grounded.
But I can't stop and I can't slow down. There's no rest for me.
When you walk off the path, become haunted by the past, then it gets harder to retrace your steps.
Head in hands down on our knees, we've spent our lives wasting dreams. It's make or break. We can't make the same mistakes.
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