Tekster: The Cure. Spilt Milk.

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I don't think I ever know if I ever really want it
Could be why I'm never sure if I ever really got it
And I guess it's maybe easier not to think too much about it...

A house a car a family and friends
Yeah all it means to justify the ends

But sometimes... I wonder... in the back of my mind
Sometimes... I wonder... if I'm wasting all my time
Sometimes... I wonder... if I'm putting off my real life...

What I could've done, where I could've been
When I should've gone, why I should've seen
Who I would've loved, how I would've dreamed
And if it's always always too late...

I don't think I ever know that I ever really need it
Could be why I'm never sure that I ever really feel it
And I think it's maybe easier to guess I really mean it...

A house! a car! a family and friends!
Yeah all it means to justify the ends

But sometimes... I wonder...

A girl! a smile! a holiday and sex!
Yeah all it takes to make sense of the rest

But sometimes... I wonder... in the back of my mind
Sometimes... I wonder... if I'm killing all my time
Sometimes... I wonder... if I'm giving up my real life...

What I could've done, where I could've been
When I should've gone, why I should've seen
Who I would've loved, how I would've dreamed
And if it's always, always too late...

And every day that I let slide
Is one day more I never try
To break the world
To make my fate
And with every day that I let go
It's one day less I ever know
If it's always
Always too late...