I seem to always make a fool of myself
I spend my nights alone
Can't stop to face the truth 'bout myself
Because everyone's always on the go
Yeah in two years, you'll be finding a lover
And in ten I'll just be finding my feet
And I see wedding bands, sonograms
In your life and times but
All I see for me is grey
Was I really made for that stable life though? Stable life though?
