Text: Color Fred (The). Other. The Intervention.

He had a hungry hollow holler.
He was hell in seventh gear.
He was slowing down for no one.
It had always been his year.

Confidence was never sweeter,
Just as sweet as it could get.
But his earning every penny,
His heart harbors heavy debt.

And I say
?I can't keep up anymore.
I can't keep up.?

We're all dying; he'll die younger
While he's still a pretty man.
Cause there's nothing after thirty.
That has always been his plan.

When your heroes fell in glory,
And you're tracing every move.
Well, you gotta have that story
Like you didn't even choose.

And I say
?I can't keep up.?
But you think that I was wrong.
Were my words misunderstood?

I can't keep up anymore.
I can't keep up.

When we look back,
Weren't we ever friends?
Could you understand?

When we look back,
Weren't we ever friends?
Could you understand?

Well, I'm not one to write in fiction.
Others, they may make predictions.
I think you know I did all I could.
Well, I think you know I did all I could.
Well, I think you know I did all I could.
All I could?

I can't keep up,
But you think that I gave in.
Were my promises not made good?

I can't keep up anymore.
I can't keep up anymore.
I can't keep up anymore.
(Well, I think you know I did all I could.)
I can't keep up anymore.
(Well, I think you know I did all I could.)
(I can't keep up anymore.)
(Well, I'm not one to write in fiction.
Others, they may make predictions.)
(I can't keep up anymore.)
I think you know I did all I could.