We had invites, we never went always a reason to regret.
Now I have tickets for me and one other I never go I'm just not fused.
I've made love with all my soul to find its lust and blown apart. It's not a case of won't commit, it's more a case of no more ****.
It isn't that it's second best I want the one that's not the rest. The one who stopped me in my tracks the one who was the thunders flash. I guess I let it drift away and carpe diem didn't make.
So I guess I have myself to blame and may never find her like again. But if not I'll die alone but free from hearing the dreary moan from the one who tried to sell my soul.