Do you ever feel that you're traveling a path
That wasn't meant to be?
And you keep living in the past
an*lyzing every year that's pa**ed to the degree Sometimes I think it's fine
But sometimes it makes me sick
I know I'm running out of time
To find my way back in the script Do you ever steal a moment in time
And twist it fifteen ways, till it plays out as you wish?
To validate the days
That shouldn't have been wasted in this mist
They're never coming back Sometimes I think it's fine
But sometimes it makes me sick
I know I'm running out of time
I guess that's just how I tick