Text: Morning For The Masses. Wake Up Better. 22.

22, plus 30, was the first time that i saw the truth
22, minus a week or so, was the first time that i knew
that i'd never be the same
that i'd only cry on name
ever again
for any reason

dearest, best friend
i am yours for now and every season

i'm holding your face in my hands,
'cause the following is sincere;
you are my future plans
so allow me one more half-year

if you're not here tomorrow
i wont be anywhere at all
if your hand is there to borrow
i wont be holding anything at all..