I can’t get on. I can’t get on. 
Because I live in the past and it’s too strong. 
I can’t get on. 
I can’t get on. 
Because I live in the past and it’s too strong. 
And the present is imperfect. 
And the future, well, it’s conditional. 
And the past’s a foreign land that I’m trying to understand. 
And all the girls are framed in the order that they came. 
And the best friends do their worst to remind me that I’m cursed. 
And I’d just like to say that I’m sorry to everyone that just wants to get on, that just wants to get on but I...