“Oh, the never-ending bliss of moments that you missed returning back like waves for second tries at luck, The luck you didn’t have back then but now that it don’t matter much it’s easy love and strangers acting like your oldest friends. It’s just a lot, it’s just a lot, I wanna hold onto the innocence I got. It’s just a lot, it’s just a lot, I wanna care for all the little things I got. I should have seen, The signs, clovers starting dying in the field. I shouldn’t be, Surprised when all the sudden all of it is real.”
