I disagree about letting go. If I could change my mind, don’t know if I would.

Not sure if I really know this direction. Not sure if I’m really getting any better.

Everywhere you go , there’s an end. Try to make a habit out of it. But its not something that comes for the old dog

When I look out, is it rain again? But you told me that it was going to end.

And I try to remember that the world will turn, but I don’t know when

Now I’m putting her on the line, it’s the only true way to decide.

If I had my way, we would’ve gone, but the moment lost all its air

I don’t need to hear again, How I should make the most out of it. It’s a fault of mine again.