The seasons changed, still struggling to pick up the speed
Thinking about all the different lives we could lead if productivity didn't fall with the degrees
'96 runnin', I know 27 can't last till infinity
Spreading out all the reasons so I can keep the good years long ahead of me
Thought we belonged
But being truthful was never my style
I wish I could make up
For all the time you spent living in denial
But maybe another time