Let's talk about this whole "being stable".
I'm pretty sure I skipped my prime, but we weren't built to last
And I've enjoyed my time.
So much for the plans we made,
And all the nights I couldn't take,
And the cold soft glow
That you'll never get to see.
Always feeling sorry for one thing or another, I fell into my good habits too late.
I took off wondering alone just to prove that I was "strong enough";
I just wanted to leave and stay relevant in your head.
All I had I lost by talking too much,
But I just laughed it off because it wasn't worth anything
To anyone except my ten year old self.
I guess I took it to heart when you said everybody else
Forgot to say goodbye,
Because they couldn't see me through the dark light
And I guess that I
Didn't
Waste my time.