Life Declines at Twenty-Five
There's a fairground in my town where love was not enough
And while we spun around, my eyes were on the ground.
Hold my hand, she said, with desperation.
As she hung onto my arm, something in me died.
Now I don't sleep at night and I won't do what's right
Cause I don't think there's time, but I want to try.
There's a childhood I almost forgot, then stumbled upon.
I can still see our naive faces, gazing out our classroom window
And right back at the clock.
Thinking back, I realize that's the closest I've ever been to love.
Purest intentions without a sign of doubt.
I was never the center of attention but I always came up in jokes.
I guess a callous mention is better than being forgotten.
But when you sat beside me and said you liked my drawings.
Well then, I'd shrug it off, I've always been too shy for words,
But you gave me the guts to speak up.
And I could sleep at night, cause I could see you tomorrow
And give it one last try. I still want to try.
Believe it when I say that life declines at twenty-five.
When I thought I was looking forward,
It turns out it's the end.
No more secrets.
No more schoolyard notes.
No more growing up.
No more best friends.
No more long phone calls.
No more first love.
I wish we could start it over
Like when I could sleep at night, cause I could see you tomorrow
And give it one last try.
But I don't sleep at night, and I won't do what's right
Cause I don't think there's time, but I want to try.