sleeping dogs Video (MV)

Watch me, scared to death I'll f*ck it up again
Reminisce of skype calls; dreamed I held your hand
I keep my old play script locked in a box of memories
Bring it out when I think of you; specifically recall the scenes
We practiced once or twice a week; the best days of my life
Setting off alarms on a Saturday night
Said a lot of things I since regret
Scared I'll see your name from the afterlife; I bet
That if god actually exists; and it sees the need to judge me
It'll look upon my life and see the pain I caused unjustly
Followed by the horrible consequence of my mistakes
No, it wasn't my fault, but maybe I could've changed
I was given a second chance: and look at me, I f*cked it up
Butchered opportunity, lost a friend, think that's enough
And I wish I could've left it at that
But it haunts me every day, it honestly defines my past
And maybe it's the reason I'm so f*cked up today
That I can't forget the past; can't leave these sleeping dogs to lay