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Leave It to the Years

I’ll never be the last to say
“the time was good,”
but oh the time it changed,
looking for the Hollywood
to balance my blue sky urban-fucked neighborhood.

I don’t live here now,
but leave it to the years
to make you wish you had stayed here.

I hear “Wrapped Around Your Finger” on the radio now
so the sound’s parallel to my taste for dragons.
We got out of tune then wondered how.
Well we never did learn right.
Somewhere outside of the nite,
did you ever have a taste for what I was asking?

I don’t see you now,
but leave it to the years
to keep you looking so good.

I can’t tell you what I’ve done, 
only what I wish I had become.
I can’t tell you what I’ve seen,
only who I wish I had been.

I don’t see you now, 
but leave it to the years
to make us both come back for good.

Would you think of me all your days and nights
in all the songs all your life?
Because if I knew better I would have been the same way.
Leave it to the years to leave themselves behind. 

I don’t see you now, 
but leave it to the years
to make us both come back for good.



Fate