You told me sieze the day And then I really thought you cared And I tried to face my fears But then I just got really scared And even the fluffiest of silver clouds Are made of freezing wetness And you tell me life's a bitch But I don't think you really get this
And I wish that I'd not let you in any more And I wish that I'd been a bit fussier about the kind of people I let through the door If I'd hesitated, I might have been fated To life my own life without you.
I never really meant to share achronologically The little things that made me me I never thought I'd have to Quantify them day by day I never really felt the need to take my two or three Neuroses then talk openly About them and then brutally Dissect them on a tray,
And I'm glad that you're not telling me what to do And I wish that I'd not spent the time illuminating up the past with little tales of who Had nurtured me naturally from the womb Through to now, my own life, without you.
You told me sieze the day And then I really thought you cared And I tried to face my fears But then I just got really scared And even the fluffiest of silver clouds Are made of freezing wetness And you tell me life's a bitch But I don't think you really get this
And I wish that I'd not let you in any more And I wish that I'd been a bit fussier about the kind of people I let through the door If I'd hesitated, I might have been fated To life my own life without you.