225 days, 225 goddamn delays How many beautiful skies must I lose? Waiting around for the lies I excuse If only a little more wise I might choose To close the door But then I wouldn’t be sure That something might change with 225 more
225 days, 225 goddamn delays How many beautiful skies must I lose? Waiting around for the lies I excuse If only a little more wise I might choose To close the door But then I wouldn’t be sure That something might change with 225 more