Late you ask your ache Cross your fingers did you find somebody to blame? Bank it all up on the next years lottery I think my will is good.
Windy, settle down I find some comfort, and you tell me that I told you so Try to trade it for a cheap skate holiday I think my will is good.
And every other time The tide will come to turn Try to tag along Will you never learn to Keep it to yourself Look the other way How could I suffice? You’re all I ever hated.
Every other year I try to wait and bet While you slowly take to much Pocket one more piece, of our true stories and dreams I think my will is good
Try my best to admire that I am not a traitor And all your well worn ways Will only get you what you wanted anyway I think my will is good.
And every other time The tide will come to turn Try to tag along Will you never learn to Keep it to yourself Look the other way How could I suffice? You’re all I ever hated.
I was never home I was never here All these thoughts came back To you this time, of me.