Fool enough to almost be it 
Cool enough to not quite see it 
Doomed 
Pick your pocket full of sorrow 
And run away with me tomorrow 
June 

We'll try and ease the pain 
But somehow 
We'll feel the same 
Well, no one knows 
Where our secrets go 

I send a heart to all my dearies 
When your life is so, so dreary 
Dream 
I'm rumored to the straight and narrow 
While the harlots of my perils 
Scream 

And I fail 
But when I can, I will 
Try to understand 
That when I can, I will 

Mother weep the years I'm missing 
All our time can't be given 
Back 
Shut my mouth and strike the demons 
Cursed you and your reasons 
Out of hand and out of season 
Out of love and out of feeling 
So bad 

But when I can, I will 
Words defy the plans 
But when I can, I will 

Fool enough to almost be it 
And cool enough to not quite see it 
And old enough to always feel it 
Always old, I'll always feel this 

No more promise, no more sorrow 
No longer will I follow 
Can anybody hear me 
I just want to be me 

When I can, I will 
Try to understand 
That when I can, I will