I thought I'd change, thought I'd stay when the will ran out to face my path, take on that things will never be as planned. Don't ever get to fall in love. Only ever get to break their hearts. Sure I miss parts of it, but you've gotta brush it off and move on.
Do I wanna be fifty thinking I should have lived a little more swiftly rather than pretending to the world that I was always busy. Or is it fate, somehow I'm not built for one place, left to the day to day, constant change. Uncertain but hey.
Counting my steps. Taking the blame. Being told that I'm living it wrong because I won't stay. Nobody guiding me.
How am I supposed to have a life outside the ballroom lights when I can't sit still? How am I supposed to really fight for something I can't find if I can't sit still?
I get this itch in my leg and I just need to be gone. No there's nothing wrong with you, no hate, I just crave something with a little less weight. Does that weight always have to be carried? Everyone I know is getting married.
I'm still in love with people that I've never met.
Torn between the road and home pretending like I don't want it all. The method wasn't flawed, it was me. I fell in love with every woman that I saw.
Counting my steps. Taking the blame. Being told that I'm living it wrong because I won't stay. Nobody guiding me day to day.
How am I supposed to have a life outside the ballroom lights when I can't sit still? How am I supposed to really fight for something I can't find if I can't sit still?
Counting my steps, taking the blame. Nobody guiding me day to day.
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