Remember what you've been taught.
Fed the notion that I might not ever find the one.
So I gave up my will to interact.
Glimpse of a girl, and now I want it back.
She stands on her own, right in my way.
I think I can love somebody some day.
I can't be sure and my confidence decays.
It's getting warm outside.
The summer months approach.
No time left to bide.
Another year, come and gone, and I'm in pain.
Crocus spring from the Earth.
Reappear with the April rain in exactly the wrong place.
Light on my wrist, take me home.
Well I sold my share. Part of me that actually cares for Canadian whiskey, cigarettes and a few warm beers.
An unlikely place, how'd you wind up here?
In the middle of the path.
For me I find that it's best that I keep to the trail as it winds.
I step it around and I keep it in mind.
Plenty of time to bide.
Can't decide, can't be satisfied anymore.
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