If I could get back all the years that I wasted
On being so perfect for you
It'd be like getting a pension.
Having so many years to spend, all at once.
But all the miles racked behind me
Would just slow me down.
When given a second chance
We rarely seem to take it.
The weary are stuck in their ways.
May 28, 2014
May 28, 2014 at 7:55 PM UTC
If I could get back all the years that I wasted
On being so perfect for you
It'd be like getting a pension.
Having so many years to spend, all at once.
But all the miles racked behind me
Would just slow me down.
When given a second chance
We rarely seem to take it.
The weary are stuck in their ways.
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