Fool enough to almost be it
Cool enough to not quite see it
Doomed

Pick your pockets full of sorrow
And run away with me tomorrow
June


We'll try and ease the pain
But somehow we'll feel the same

Well, no one knows
Where our secrets go


I send a heart to all my dearies
When your life is so, so dreary
Dream

I'm rumored to the straight and narrow
While the harlots of my perils
Scream


And I fail
But when I can, I will

Try to understand
That when I can, I will


Mother weep the years I'm missing
All our time can't be given
Back

Shut my mouth and strike the demons
That cursed you and your reasons
Out of hand and out of season

Out of love and out of feeling
So bad


When I can, I will
Words defy the plan
When I can, I will


Fool enough to almost be it
And cool enough to not quite see it

And old enough to always feel this
Always old, I'll always feel this


No more promise no more sorrow
No longer will I follow
Can anybody hear me

I just want to be me
When I can, I will
Try to understand

That when I can, I will