Half Life.
I miss you.
I knew that I'd get like this again,
That's why I try to keep at bay.
Near 100% when I'm with you and then,
A perfect hearts length away.
The stickler is you've played not one beat wrong,
You never promised me anything.
Even sat me down,
Warned me just how they fall.
I knew the odds were I'd never win,
yet here I am...
It's a half life,
With you as my quarter back.
A daft life.
My self worth measured in text back tempo,
It's been 2 days and 8 minutes too slow.
Well there may well be others,
But I still like to pretend,
That I'm the one you really want to grow old with.
I've got a schedule to stick to.
I've got a world to keep sweet.
It's so much to everyone all the time.
Will it ever slow down?
Will I ever come first?
The universe contracts to sigh...
It's a half life,
With you as my quarter back.
A daft life.
It's a half life,
With you as my quarter back.
A daft life.
You know you'll never be lonely,
No, you'll always be loved,
And maybe, you never need more than that.
But for the surplus that loves,
What's to become of us?
Does it even register on your conscience?
Long for one last show down,
From a box in a crowd.
Air compressed tight to explode.
I'm clentching my ticket to the only way out,
As you disappear in a puff of smoke.
It's a half life,
With you as my quarter back.
A daft life...
I knew that I'd get like this again,
That's why I try to keep at bay.
Near 100% when I'm with you and then,
A perfect hearts length away.
The stickler is you've played not one beat wrong,
You never promised me anything.
Even sat me down,
Warned me just how they fall.
I knew the odds were I'd never win,
yet here I am...
It's a half life,
With you as my quarter back.
A daft life.
My self worth measured in text back tempo,
It's been 2 days and 8 minutes too slow.
Well there may well be others,
But I still like to pretend,
That I'm the one you really want to grow old with.
I've got a schedule to stick to.
I've got a world to keep sweet.
It's so much to everyone all the time.
Will it ever slow down?
Will I ever come first?
The universe contracts to sigh...
It's a half life,
With you as my quarter back.
A daft life.
It's a half life,
With you as my quarter back.
A daft life.
You know you'll never be lonely,
No, you'll always be loved,
And maybe, you never need more than that.
But for the surplus that loves,
What's to become of us?
Does it even register on your conscience?
Long for one last show down,
From a box in a crowd.
Air compressed tight to explode.
I'm clentching my ticket to the only way out,
As you disappear in a puff of smoke.
It's a half life,
With you as my quarter back.
A daft life...