Fool enough to almost be it   Cool enough to not quite see it   Doomed   Pick your pockets full of sorrow   And run away with me tomorrow   June      We'll try and ease the pain   But somehow we'll feel the same   Well, no one knows   Where our secrets go      I send a heart to all my dearies   When your life is so, so dreary   Dream   I'm rumored to the straight and narrow   While the harlots of my perils   Scream      And I fail   But when I can, I will   Try to understand   That when I can, I will      Mother weep the years I'm missing   All our time can't be given   Back   Shut my mouth and strike the demons   That cursed you and your reasons   Out of hand and out of season   Out of love and out of feeling   So bad      When I can, I will   Words defy the plans   When I can, I will      Fool enough to almost be it   And cool enough to not quite see it   And old enough to always feel this   Always old, I'll always feel this      No more promise no more sorrow   No longer will I follow   Can anybody hear me   I just want to be me   When I can, I will   Try to understand   That when I can, I will