She will be better This time next week Time enough to meet another boy She will be bitter though This time next year When life has spun a round And Im still buried here I fear she wont forgive me Even worse, wont forget me And that is all I want for her Pretty eyes and fragile ego Latching on like a disease That knows the cures around the corner But will not admit it has to leave And some things have been wrong I admit I havent been okay Though Ive lied to make you stay In the past That was the past Just yesterday A year ago Three years ago I remember where I was Yesterday
admit, year, latching, ago, yesterday