Fool enough to almost be it
Cool enough to not quite see it
Doomed
Pick your pockets full of sorrow
And run away with me tomorrow
JuneTry
And ease the pain somehow
We'll feel the same
Well, no one knows
Where our secrets goI send a heart to all my dearies
When your life is so, so dreary
Dream
I'm rumored to the straight and narrow
While the harlots of my perils
ScreamAnd I fail
But when I can
I will
Try to understand
That when I can
I willMother weep the years I'm missing
All our time can't be given
Back
Shut my mouth and strike the demons
That cursed you and your reasons
Out of hand and out of season
Out of love and out of feelingSo bad
When I can
I will
Words defy the plans
When I can
I willFool enough to almost be it
Cool enough to not quite see it
And old enough to always feel this
Always old, I'll always feel thisNo more promise no more sorrow
No longer will I follow
Can anybody hear me
I just want to be meWhen I can
I will
Try to understand
That when I can
I will
Composição: Billy Corgan / James Iha.
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