[ You live like you think ]

You live like you think

someone's always watching, and who knows -

maybe they are.

Or, maybe,

you're just a little bit paranoid, maybe

you've got a guilty conscience.

Well. Definitely that.

Midnight, mid-June,

and I was driving with the windows down.

I couldn't hear you with the music up loud

when I pulled into the drive.

We were kids then,

Converse and bare feet and you

choking out words like the noise of all our thoughts

made it hard to breathe, and you,

listening to that same sad song

over and over again.

I'll remember it that way;

I choose to. But now it's tomorrow again

and we can't take back all the things we'll do today.

So make it last or at least make it count - 

every second, everything you do

has to mean more than the knowledge that it ends

and all the ways it can.

So we stay desperate, the time

slipping away with every song on the radio,

and we think we're so damn original.

Now it's always almost over

and it never really stops.

But I'm learning something new these days;

that you can't fix the mistakes you've made

by constantly fighting to make them worse

or by only living to see how bad it gets.

There are minutes when it's worth it,

and maybe - finally - I'm trying to figure out

how having something better doesn't have to mean betrayal.

It didn't used to be that way.

I'll remember that. I have to.

And I know it's just a phase,

just like everything else.

And I know I should be sorry,

but maybe - finally - I'm not.