There's nothing I wouldn't give to feel the way that I did
when I was young and didn't know what I would miss.

I'm getting good at saying goodbye.
Attachments happen frequently, but frequently they die.
I fall in love with everyone I see in the street, just because.

There's nothing I wouldn't give to feel the way that I did
when I was young and didn't know what I would miss.

I heard it on the radio: that pretty song that I didn’t know.
I stopped and waited for a name, but no such information came
and it hurt the way it always has when music comes to me then passes
through my brain and body like a siv.

Flipping through this book of photographs that I took off the walls,
oh god, it feels so small in here.
It's been a while but it still hits me, every day and all at once
but I don't mind, because I feel fine.

Morning's here, it's getting late.
But for every hour I stay up, I find more things to say.
I'll just smoke my last cigarette, and then I swear I'm done with it.

There's nothing I wouldn't give to feel the way that I did
when I was young and didn't know what I would miss.