23, oh 23
It'd be better if we were 23
Probably, probably
If only you'd agreed to be
Hermetically sealed until you wouldn't be
Wasted on me, wasted on me
Save, save me
Look on upon this wasted time with grace
Change, change me
Til everything just falls right into place
And all the things we could've seen
Before the reins began their tightening
Must fit inside a trite routine
The lives we cut from the insides
Of pages in a hoarded magazine
Sweet flavours of the in-between
Save, save me
Look on upon this wasted time with grace
Change, change me
Til everything just falls right into place
Three different voices in my head narrating
They all sound placating
I think my hands are shaking
My guitar in its case
I'm concentrating, I'm waiting
It's grating on me
It's such a shame, so tame
I think I'll take the blame
Always the same, this game
I've got to change my name
Supplicating, fixating
Come on now motivate me
I'm waiting, I'm waiting, it's grating
Save, save me
Look on upon this wasted time with grace
Change, change me
Til everything just falls right into place