i want to move to a small apartment
with my bestfriend in a new city and i want to decide
which furniture i want and what i want for dinner
and whether or not i want to stay out all night
and i want to travel and meet new people
and fall in love and go have my own adventures because
i'm sick of this washed-up place filled with
annoying people
When it is quiet and i am alone with my thoughts,
i think about all the things i've always wanted to do,
the things i wish i could change, the things i wish i could
relive over, but most of all i think about the missed
opportunities,
the people who are no longer in my life, the words i wish i
could take back and the words
i wish i had never
spoken.