And for whatever reason I wish that I had two minds
Opposite signs, parallel lines, wide point and fine
I hate admitting when you`re right and I want you in plain sight
Isn`t it odd? We think a lot alike tonight
And everyone asks if I`m leaving, no sir
I get around but I don`t get closer
Is it because I`m 23, not 24?
And in a way I don`t mind watching it get unkind
Stand where it shines, I can inspire myself just fine
I`m in the sweetest way misled, growing my hair in bed
Coffee or beer--These are a year`s component thread
And everything is in terms of next time
Twenty-five thousand more miles to the dateline
Is it because I`m 24, not 25?