Game Theory
24
And for whatever reason, Iwish that I had two mindsOpposite signs, Parallel lines, wide point and fineI hate admitting when you're right I want you in plain sightIsn't it odd? We think a lot alike tonightAnd everyone asks if I'm leaving, no sirI get around but I don't get closerIs it because I'm 23, not 24?And in a way I don't mind Watching it get unkindStand where it shines, I can inspire myself just fineI'm in the sweetest way misled, Growing my hair in bedCoffee or beer These are a year's component threadAnd everything is in terms of next timeTwenty-five thousand more miles to the datelineIs it because I'm 24, not 25?
From Letras Mania