This could be the very minute I’m aware I’m alive;
all these places feel like home.
With a name I’d never chosen, I can make my first steps as a child of 25.
This is the straw, final straw in the roof of my mouth, as I lie to you.
Just because I’m sorry doesn’t mean I didn’t enjoy it at the time.
You’re the only thing that I love; scares me more every day. On my knees I think clearer. Goodness knows I saw it coming, or at least I’ll claim I did.. but in truth I’m lost for words.
What have I done? It’s too late for that..
What have I become? Truth is nothing yet..
A simple mistake starts the hardest time..
I promise I’ll do anything you ask…this time.