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