Days

Nothing ever stays the same But still I search for someone to blame I've lost a few loves, lost some close friends Gained a few pounds and sharpened my ends We thought we could spend forever this young Bobby says chances of that are a million to one There wont be any time to lose the first Can't say any longer that being sixteen's the worst I've learned through these short twenty years The camoflauge in the size of our fears There's still so much for me to learn So why do I live in the past and burn? This continuing cycle has shattered me into pieces I just wish I was confident as she is Instead of regretting all the time I had wasted I may as well soak into it, indulge it, and taste it No longer should I keep leaning back into what was But it's so hard to control myself because Of all the many promises I've kept for a handful of lives And such little loyalty that has been practiced before my eyes What is the point when there is no seriousness No humor either, just business "Whence come I and whither go I?" Return my favor today for tomorrow we may die