I don't think I ever know if I ever really want it
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Could be why I'm never sure if I ever really got it
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And I guess it's maybe easier not to think too much about it...
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A house a car a family and friends
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Yeah all it means to justify the ends
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But sometimes... I wonder... in the back of my mind
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Sometimes... I wonder... if I'm wasting all my time
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Sometimes... I wonder... if I'm putting off my real life...
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What I could've done, where I could've been
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When I should've gone, why I should've seen
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Who I would've loved, how I would've dreamed
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And if it's always always too late...
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I don't think I ever know that I ever really need it
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Could be why I'm never sure that I ever really feel it
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And I think it's maybe easier to guess I really mean it...
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A house! a car! a family and friends!
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Yeah all it means to justify the ends
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But sometimes... I wonder...
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A girl! a smile! a holiday and sex!
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Yeah all it takes to make sense of the rest
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But sometimes... I wonder... in the back of my mind
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Sometimes... I wonder... if I'm killing all my time
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Sometimes... I wonder... if I'm giving up my real life...
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What I could've done, where I could've been
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When I should've gone, why I should've seen
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Who I would've loved, how I would've dreamed
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And if it's always, always too late...
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And every day that I let slide
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Is one day more I never try
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To break the world
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To make my fate
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And with every day that I let go
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It's one day less I ever know
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If it's always
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Always too late...
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Spilt Milk
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The Cure |