| As we trudge along through the mud | |
| And we tried to call it home | |
| But we weren't alright, not at all | |
| Not for one, for one, for one second | |
| Never have been one to write it down | |
| Now I think I can | |
| I know I'm stronger now | |
| Who's looking south | |
| Not me I'm not looking back | |
| I'm done denying the truth to anyone | |
| Cause I'm alive | |
| As we trudge along through the mud | |
| And we tried to call it home | |
| But we weren't alright, not at all | |
| Not for one, for one, for one second | |
| You showed me how | |
| You seemed to find a hole | |
| But I just laughed and smiled | |
| Begged and rolled my eyes | |
| Even cried and | |
| Denied the truth to you | |
| Just like the truth to me | |
| Mostly lied | |
| I'm not going to look back | |
| Make some noise Los Angeles! | |
| White it out like glittering wax | |
| butterflies | |
| I'm not going to look back | |
| White it out like glittering wax | |
| I'm not going to look back | |
| White it out like glittering wax | |
| butterflies | |
| Never have been one to write it down | |
| Now I think I can | |
| I know I'm stronger now | |
| Who's looking south | |
| Not me I'm not looking back | |
| I'm done denying the truth to anyone | |
| Cause I'm alive | |
| The Used-Maybe Memories | |
| I'm not going to look back |