I have measured out my life in cancer sticks
And the minutes spent waiting on a bus stop
And every sheet of paper thrown before it’s even done.
I have measured out my life in belated messages,
unsaid words and painful conversations
And all the things I could never have.
I have measured out my life in cups of tea,
tender little touches
And all those lovely memories that ever go unsaid.
And the minutes spent waiting on a bus stop
And every sheet of paper thrown before it’s even done.
I have measured out my life in belated messages,
unsaid words and painful conversations
And all the things I could never have.
I have measured out my life in cups of tea,
tender little touches
And all those lovely memories that ever go unsaid.