None of us knows where we'll be tomorrow
Let alone 2 weeks from this date
Will I still be in this place?
"It's okay", she says, "I'll definitely call you later."
If I don't go and forget to
And if I'm still living here
Can we say we see a pattern
When the same thing goes and happens for the 10th time in a year?
After all it's just an anecdote in the bigger picture
You continue taking things for granted
And you don't know that you're doing it until I point it out
And none of us knows where this road is headed
But I'll take it straight. (Never said I'd go slow)
Face to the wind so I'll be the first to notice
You've got a taste for running around
I've got a history of falling down
And I know there are miles of road between today and tomorrow
So if you came here to put me down
You might as well leave
I won't grow up now
It's too late to change
You can't teach a young man how to behave
The time it takes me to write
To share these words with you
Describing this reality and how you make me feel
I never know if I'm wasting effort
Maybe I am?
Never know if I don't sing like the wind
So you'll be the first to notice
You've got a taste for running around
I've got a history of falling down
And I know there's a long damn between today and tomorrow
So if you came here to call me out, you might well leave
I won't turn back now
I can't save face, not after today