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.