knowing, and ever still growing,
steps taken become memories, always showing
that we're all a little bit more than nothing.
And the good will always be good,
and the bad is just the same good,
without the tainted ruffles and frills
that we allowed ourselves to throw on
like gaudy accessories in a fashion store gone wrong.
I could keep flipping through the diary in my mind
though we'll never be on the same page.
Because steps taken become memories, always showing
that we're all a little bit more than nothing.
And let it be this way until our hearts grow old
walking until we see more than what's in front of us
still thinking, remembering
knowing that we've all given and taken too much.
If "that's the way it is"
If "this is how it should be"
Remember these words, and cry out
that we're all a little bit more than nothing.
