Originally by Smashing Pumpkins

Fool enough to almost be it 



Cool enough to not quite see it 



Doomed 



Pick your pockets 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 



That cursed you and all your reasons 



Out of hand and out of season 



Out of love and out of feeling 



So bad 

When I can, I will 



Words defy the plans 



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 this 



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