I had a dream last night.
Where I woke up too late.
And everything I loved.
I began to hate.
I know I sound repetitive,
Cause I’m repeating myself,
And I’m competitive,
I want you all by yourself.
And that alone is just the problem,
I’ve got these woes,
And I just can’t solve them.
If I could gather up the nerve,
I’d put my feelings into words,
And if I weren’t so young, or stupid, or restless,
I might be able to just soon forget this.
Just forget this.
If I only had the heart, the nerve, the words, you’d think by now I would have learned.