Old lusts and the musk of wood dust trapped in my old house
The air's too thick to breathe so desperately we scooped it in our mouths
Untouched with a poor paint job and a short attention span
If I could concentrate, it would have turned out great, but I can't
And I'll probably never be a famous writer, but I can read and write okay
And I'll probably never be all that successful
Would you love me still the same way?
Gra** stains and old Brit khaki pants, it's getting old
I still don't have the means to buy nice things but I'm over it, it's cool
I slept inside my car for what seemed like forever
I ain't ate a lunch the past six months
It's time to get my life together
And I'll probably never be a fearless fighter, but I can fight this off today
You'll probably never love me like I love you, but I love you still the same way
And I'd have changed if I knew it was an option
God knows I would have changed
Cause I'll probably never be the same without you
I'll probably never be the same
I'd have changed if I knew it was an option
God I wish I could change
Cause I'm not even half of what you wanted
And I gave everything I have
I'll probably never be a famous writer, but I've accepted it, it's okay
You'll probably never love me like I love you, but I love you still the same way