No Time for Major Fuck Ups

Instantaneously I book myself 
up for two weeks or three 
I'll forget all the things that you've told me 
There's always some things I need to achieve 
Our former lives, they've all passed by 
It's time to choose 
With resumés filled with tons of clichés 
We've got nothing to lose 
Oh, so carelessly I've tried to blank out 
my own history 
It would mean the world to me 
if you sorted me out from your memory 
Our former lives, they've all passed by 
It's time to choose 
With resumés filled with tons of clichés 
we've got nothing to lose 
We've been aiming for that goal for so long 
But our weaknesses have came on too strong