Second Wind

I used to be happy with nothing.

I used to be happy with youth.

But things, they change.

They don’t stay the same,

And I’m sick of my fucked point of view.

I’ll say I’m sorry before I’ll try again.

I hate thinking things through.

I’ll do what I do.

I won’t make this mistake again.

I’ll stick to my guns and my friends.

I’ll make up the words as I go along.

I don’t think, I just do.

With time, we change, cause I’m not the same.

I rather have this point of view:

You are my second wind.

You make me start again.

I’ll say I’m sorry before I’ll try again.

Fuck thinking things through.

I’ll do what I do.

I won’t make this mistake again.

I’ll stick to my guns and my friends.

I used to be happy with nothing.

But then, I found you.