This could be the very minute,
I'm aware I'm alive,
All these places feel like home.
With a name I'd never chosen,
I can make my first steps,
As a child of 29.
This is the straw... final straw in the,
Roof of my mouth... as I lie to you,
Just because I'm sorry doesn't mean,
I didn't enjoy it at the time.
You're the only thing that I love,
It scares me more every day,
On my knees I think clearer.
Goodness knows I saw it coming,
Or at least I'll claim I did,
But in truth I'm lost for words.
What have I done? It's too late for that,
What have I become? Truth is nothing yet,
A simple mistake starts the hardest time,
I promise I'll do anything you ask...This time...
- Snow Patrol
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