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?

Grass 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