Another year and maybe I’ll work this out
For now I’ll just muddle through noise
Tell me just as soon as it’s too much trouble
I’ll pretend that you had no choice
And I hope, I hope
That this lump that’s in my throat
Isn’t gonna make me choke before tonight
And I’d pray, I’d pray
If I thought that it would save
If I thought that it would save us any time
I could hear the morning apologising
Today it didn’t feel like a show
No one seemed to offer some understanding
Pretending that they didn’t know
And the radio
Plays a song I used to know
And it dances in the corner of my mind
And now I’m fourteen years old
Traipsing down familiar roads
All we wanted was to be outside
Now and then it feels like making up for
Time that was never lost
Funny how there isn’t a price for sorrow
Funny how there’s a cost