Twentyfive

You talk too much when I have something that I want to say And all the time I look at you, I wonder if I hate it Well, I just hope to never see your face at twenty-five And if I do well, I just think that I would run and hide And I just hope to not recall your name at thirty-five And if I do then I guess I just wasted too much time I didn't wanna make a fuss when I was eighteen at your house But you just did too much to the point that I didn't know how And I don't want to know what I could do to pass the time Does it make sense to be bored? Well, I can't tell You always had something to say just to think I was dumber I guess you're right 'cause I don't think that I learned enough But– Well, I just hope to never see your face at twenty-five And if I do well, I just think that I would run and hide And I just hope to not recall your name at thirty-five And if I do then I guess I just wasted too much time