Testo di This Time Next Week

she will be better this time next week time enough to meet another boy she will be bitter though this time next year when life has spun a round and I'm still buried here I fear she won't forgive me even worse, won't forget me and that is all I want for her pretty eyes and fragile ego latching on like a disease that knows the cure's around the corner but will not admit it has to leave and some things have been wrong I admit I haven't been okay though I've lied to make you stay in the past that was the past just yesterday a year ago three years ago I remember where I was yesterday