Standard (EADGBE)

Fool enough to almost be it

Cool enough to not quite see it

 Doomed

Pick your pockets full of sorrow

And run away with my tomorrow

 June

  We'll try to ease the pian

  Somehow we feel the same

  Well, no one knows

  Where out secrets go

I send a heart to all my dearies

When your life is oh 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

Solo

Mother weep the years I'm missin'

All our time can't be given

 Back

Shut my mouth and strike the demons

That cursed you and your reasons

Out of hand and out of season

Out of love and out of feeling

So bad that when I can, I will

Words defy the plan, when I can, I will

Fool enough to almost be it

Cool enough to not quite see it

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 and when I can, I will

Try to understand that when I can, I will