10 20 30 (sped up version)

[Verse 1]
I've got my blindspots, I'll admit it
It's easier missin' you that way
I was the rookie, you're the pro
You showed me the ropes 'till they freyed

[Pre-Chorus]
Now I'm a quarter way through
Typin' your name, the first one I think of
To call when good news hits my phone
I know you don't go back, back to the days
But I'm on the brink of livin' our dreams out alone

[Chorus]
We said ten, twenty, thirty years down
We'd be drinking champagne in a really big house
We'd have it all figured out, but now
I'm on the stage we used to talk about
And I look to my left, and I look to my right
The top of the hill doesn't feel very nice
Will I still be trying to make you proud
Ten, twenty, thirty years down?

[Verse 2]
I'm at a party filled with strangers
That you'd love, but you'll never meet
One cracks a joke and I look for the moment
Where you would be laughing with me

[Pre-Chorus]
Now I'm a quarter way through
Typin' your name, the first one I think of
To call when I wanna go home
I know you don't go back, back to the days
But I'm on the brink of livin' our dreams out alone

[Chorus]
We said ten, twenty, thirty years down
We'd be drinking champagne in a really big house
We'd have it all figured out, but now
I'm on the stage we used to talk about
And I look to my left, and I look to my right
The top of the hill doesn't feel very nice
Will I still be trying to make you proud?

[Bridge]
In my lowest of lows, I wake up from a dream
Where you're clicking through channels, catch me on the screen
You pause through a moment with tears in your eyes
I wake up to a future without you and I

[Chorus]
We said ten, twenty, thirty years down
We'd be drinking champagne in a really big house
We'd have it all figured out, but now
I'm on the stage we used to talk about
And I look to my left, and I look to my right
The top of the hill doesn't feel very nice
Will I still be trying to make you proud
Ten, twenty, thirty years down?