Friday, January 23, 2004

You think you are complicated,
Deep mystery to all,
Well it’s taken me a while to see,
You’re not so special.
All energy, no meaning,
With a lot of words,
So paper thin the one real feeling,
Could knock you down.


So see you when you’re forty,
Lost and all alone,
Being comforted by strangers,
They’ll never need to know,
Not sad because you lost me,
But sad because you thought it was cool,
To be sad.

You think misery will make you stand out from the crowd.
If you had walked past me today,
I wouldn’t have picked you out,

I wouldn’t have picked you out,
Wouldn’t have picked you out.

See You When You're Forty

Mina at 9:09 AM