This is new to you
And you will make mistakes
This is cool
In about a thousand ways
But there's always someone left
Crying in their drink
Trying not to think
And I can't stop
Your fateful decline
And I won't feel
So guilty this time
If this is news to you
Then it has come too late
I have been a fool
And it's been a long, long wait
But there's always someone left
Forcing out a smile
But that is not your style
And I can't stop
The ticking of hands
And I can't stop
The making of plans
And I can't keep
My feet on the brake
And I have let
My feelings escape

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