what's behind door number 4

[schmidshadey]

where does time go.
i know. i know.
where ever it thinks it is
it should just come back to me.

change the course
because you're wasted....
down that road again
and the answer is here inside of me.

i'm afraid i'm no good at this,
and maybe because it's been so long
since i've given a damn about someone other then myself.
but oh i think i'm wearing out my welcome.

i just met you for the first time the other day,
and now i'm ready to blow it all away.
in one swift move,
i'll turn back the clock
and try to remember what it's like to feel
for the very first time.

like a swaying song
i'll drift in and out.
cresendo like a man with purpose
and still know where i was the night before.
kick it down a few,
but there's this thing called time.

fuck that shit. live here. live now.
can't you tell how well that has worked for me.
i won't win every round against myself.
but be in my corner,
and i'll fight the good fight for you.