Fool enough to almost be it
Co ol enough to not quite see it doomed
Pick your pockets full of sorrow
An d run away with me tomorrow June
We'll try an d ease the pain
But so mehow we'll feel the same
Well no one knows
Where our secrets go
I send a heart to all my dearies
Wh en your life is oh, so dreary dream
I'm rumored to the straight and narrow
Wh ile the harlots of my perils scream
And I fa il
But when I can, I will
Try to un derstand
That when I can, I will
Mother weep the years I'm missing
Al l our time can't be given back
Shut my mouth and strike the demons
Th at cursed you and your reasons
Out of hand and out of season
Out of love and out of feeling so ba d
When I can, I will
Words defy the pl an
When I can, I will
Fool enough to almost be it
An d 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 un derstand
That when I can, I will
