28

Well I lost count of all the things that I forgot to say
And If I had another shot I’d blew it anyway
I’m not half the man I wish I’d be at 28
But when you spend most of your time alone
That’s what you get
That’s cruel
But that’s true
And that’s fine
I lost count of every single time I’ve lost my way
And If I had another shot.
Well I won’t anyway
I am not the man I thought i’d be at 28
Some many things I could have done
Oh that’s a fucking shame
That’s cruel
But that’s true
And that’s fine