Fool enough to almost be it Cool enough to not quite see it Doomed
Pick your pockets full of sorrow And run away with me tomorrow June
We'll try and ease the pain But somehow we'll feel the same
Well, no one knows Where our secrets go
I send a heart to all my dearies When your life is so, so dreary Dream
I'm rumored to the straight and narrow While the harlots of my perils Scream
And I fail But when I can, I will Try to understand That when I can, I will
Mother weep the years I'm missing All our time can't be given Back
Shut my mouth and strike the demons That cursed you and your reasons
Out of hand and out of season Out of love and out of feeling
So bad When I can, I will Words defy the plan When I can, I will
Fool enough to almost be it And cool enough to not quite see it
And old enough to always feel this Always old, I'll always feel this
No more promise no more sorrow No longer will I follow
Can anybody hear me I just want to be me When I can, I will
Try to understand That when I can, I will