You told me 'seize the day' And then I thought you cared And I tried to face my fears But then I just got really scared And even the fluffiest of silver clouds Are made of freezing wetness And you tell me life's a b**h But I don't really think you get this, And I wish that I'd not let you in any more, And I wish that I'd been a bit fussier about the kind of people I let through the door If I'd hesitated, I might have been fated To live me own life without you. I never really meant to Share achronologically The little things that made me me I never though I'd have to Quantify them day by day I never really felt the need To take my two or three Neuroses then talk openly About them and then brutally Dissect them on a tray And I'm glad that you're not Telling me what to do And I with that I'd not spent the time Illuminating up the past with little tales of who had Nurtured me naturally fro the womb Through to now, my own life, without you.