This one was a bit of anger of always trying to help with the same friends about the same problems, the ones that they impose upon themselves and me finally giving up on them. Run-on, Run-on.

Spare

Taking back the days I wished undone
And the lines I wished I’d sung
And what was yours
It’s a shame we never choose
The things we tend to loose
Cause I know it be yours for sure

And when you run away
I’ll be the first to
help you on your way
and when you run far past
everything you said
would always last
I won’t be there
I won’t be there to tell you
You’ve got one life to spare
What would you spare

It’s been three months now
And you still don’t feel the same
So you just sit and wonder
How it all slipped away
Maybe things will be better
May its not forever
Or maybe you’ve crashed and burned
Never say never

You never wanted more
Than you could fit in to
You never wanted more than
To know your unworn shoes
So take it as it comes
and not say anything
and even when it passes by
you swear it way too soon