You told me seize the day
And then I really thought you cared
And I tried to face my fears
But then I just got really scared
And even the fluffiest of silver clouds
Are made of freezing wetness
And you tell me lifeâs a bitch
But I donât think you really get this
And I wish that Iâd not let you in any more
And I wish that Iâd been a bit fussier about the kind of people I let through the door
If Iâd hesitated, I might have been fated
To live my own life without you.
I never really meant to share achronologically
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The little things that made me me
I never thought Iâd have to
Quantify them day by day
(repeat for next bit)
I never really felt the need to take my two or three
Neuroses then talk openly
About them and then brutally
Dissect them on a tray,
(back to previous âand I wishâ chords)
And Iâm glad that youâre not telling me what to do
And I wish that Iâd not spent the time illuminating up the past with little tales of who
Had nurtured me naturally from the womb
Through to now, my own life, without you.
You told me sieze the day
And then I really thought you cared
And I tried to face my fears
But then I just got really scared
And even the fluffiest of silver clouds
Are made of freezing wetness
And you tell me lifeâs a bitch
But I donât think you really get this
And I wish that Iâd not let you in any more
And I wish that Iâd been a bit fussier about the kind of people I let through the door
If Iâd hesitated, I might have been fated
To life my own life without you.