Spilt Milk

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...