Late you ask your ache 
Cross your fingers did you find somebody to blame? 
Bank it all up on the next years lottery
I think my will is good.

Windy, settle down
I find [bad word]  and you tell me that I told you so
Try to trade it for a cheap skate holiday
I think my will is good. 

And every other time
The tide [bad word] to turn
Try to tag along
Will you never learn to
Keep it to yourself
Look the other way
How could I suffice?
You’re all I ever hated.

Every other year I try to wait and bet
While you slowly take to much
Pocket one more piece, of our [bad word] stories and dreams 
I think my will is good

Try my best to admire that I am not a traitor 
And all your well worn ways 
Will only get you what you wanted anyway
I think my will is good.

And every other time
The tide [bad word] to turn
Try to tag along
Will you never learn to
Keep it to yourself
Look the other way
How could I suffice?
You’re all I ever hated.

I was never home
I was never here
All these thoughts came back
To you this time, of me.

It’s clear…