She can smell the future
But she won’t tell me what it is
So now I’m looking at you, sir
To help me get through this
If only I had a plan
If only I knew which direction
I wouldn’t have to run back
If only I knew my intention
I thought you said your last one was your last one
You know all those times when we fought?
Please remind me how to have fun
I can’t remember what I just forgot
Her name is this and his name is that
I honestly can’t keep track
We’re all getting skinny, we’re all getting fat
How do I cut myself some slack?
acoustic majesty and heartfelt lyricism from the man of the hour and my dear bosom buddy, Matt May. try it with his other album, Derivatives; they make an excellent pair grown honesty well