fool enough to almost be it
cool enough to not quite see it
doomed
pick your pockets full of sorrow
run away with me tomorrow
june
we'll try and ease the pain
somehow we'll feel the same
well, no one knows
where our secrets go
i send a heart to all my dearies
when your life is oh so dreary
dream
i'm rumored to the straight and narrow
while the harlots of my perils
scream
and i fail
but when i can
i will
words defy the plans
when i can
i will
fool enough to almost be it
and cool enough to not quite see it
and old enough to always feel this
always old i'll always feel this
no more promises
no more sorrow
no longer will i follow
can anybody hear me
i just want to be me
and when i can
i will
try to understand
that when i can
i will