Young - Kins

Kicking back in the salt and the sand

couldn’t help bring it down

to the dust and the bland

I undid my chances.

In the heat of the moment,

i grabbed your hands and the rest,

then your other hand.

I undid my chances.

I’m in the ditch,

you’re right on track.

I held myself back,

to keep an eye on your back.

I need a sense of despair to go on.

Never did happiness get anyone anywhere.

I like a kick in the teeth,

like a pain I’ll never meet,

I’m living up my walk in the park

over the numb over the norm.

And i can see the light

at the end dimming

despite travelling,

we’d better get comfortable

with these bricks

with these walls.

Could it be carefree

considerate, eternally young?

You undid your chances.