Fool enough to almost be itnCool enough to not quite see itnDoomednPick your pockets full of sorrownAnd run away with me tomorrownJunennWe'll try and ease the painnBut somehow we'll feel the samenWell, no one knowsnWhere our secrets gonnI send a heart to all my deariesnWhen your life is so, so drearynDreamnI'm rumored to the straight and narrownWhile the harlots of my perilsnScreamnnAnd I failnBut when I can, I willnTry to understandnThat when I can, I willnnMother weep the years I'm missingnAll our time can't be givennBacknShut my mouth and strike the demonsnThat cursed you and your reasonsnOut of hand and out of seasonnOut of love and out of feelingnSo badnnWhen I can, I willnWords defy the plansnWhen I can, I willnnFool enough to almost be itnAnd cool enough to not quite see itnAnd old enough to always feel thisnAlways old, I'll always feel thisnnNo more promise no more sorrownNo longer will I follownCan anybody hear menI just want to be menWhen I can, I willnTry to understandnThat when I can, I will