And they will always say that it was such a shame but I’ve been trying to remember if I might have intended nail to myself down on a pedestal in front of a stage.
Tightrope walker who masters his art. Though with all eyes on me can’t you see the irony? “Yeah, I do like being loved but these days all I really want is to just get off”. What good is hoping for happiness to just happen? When it leaves you with nothing but the lust for life. Horny for the sweet taste of selfless satisfaction.
It’s got me wondering. Maybe are growing apart or maybe we are we just growing up? It’s got me longing. Maybe we should we take a leap of faith with the safety line tied ‘round our necks?
So let the past be the past ‘cause past ain’t never coming back.
Well, while you keep trying your lover has got a new lover. I guess “forever you and me” didn’t last the years. Well, while you keep saying that your best friends will never change. That’s when they said they their have own lives and their own bills to pay.
What good have our childhood years ever been if we’re talking out loud but keep our feet tied? Call it what you want but nothing in our arms is still nothing at heart. Sometimes letting go is just a synonym for holding on. I’ve already said too much and here’s my cue “I’ll miss us but I won’t miss you”.
I’ve already said too much.
I’m spitting all my teeth out. I’m swallowing my tongue in. We’re such nostalgic fools but I say there is no end but new beginnings.