What My Life Could Have Been

Kissed out the summer standing straight and tall
Yes, the grand start I'm shooting for is new
You said "shooting for the moon"
I know, I know

Oh, can't you see what my life could have been?

Now bow your head to these perished old times
Vicious little creepy love in my hands
Now that you've mentioned, yes, I'm a fool
Boy, a sudden rush of grace intact
In the back of my mind yes, I know
You gotta figure out a way of letting go
Oh, fairy boy come and trash ideals, ideals

Oh, can't you see what my life could have been?