Old lusts and the musk of wood dust trapped in my old house.
The air's too thick to breathe so desperately we scooped it in our mouths.
Untouched with a poor paint job and a short attention span.
If I could concentrate, it would have turned it great but I can't.
And I'll probably never be a famous writer. But, I can read and write okay.
And ill probably never be all that successful. Would you love me still the same way?
Gra** stains and old Brit khaki pants it's getting old.
I still don't have the means to buy nice things but I'm over it, it's cool.
I slept inside my car for what seemed like forever.
I ain't ate a lunch the past six months it's time to get my life together.
And I'll probably never be a fearless fighter. But, I can fight this off today.
You'll probably never love me like I love you, but I love you still the same way.
And I'd have changed if I knew it was an option.
God knows I would have changed.
Cause ill probably never be the same without you.
Ill probably never be the same.
I'd have changed if I knew it was an option.
God I wish I could change.
Cause I'm not even half of what you wanted.
And I gave everything I have.
Ill probably never be a famous writer. But I've accepted it, it's okay.
You'll probably never love me like I love you. But, I love you still the same way.