Twentyfive

You talk too much when I have something that I want to say
And all the time I look at you, I wonder if I hate it

Well, I just hope to never see your face at twenty-five
And if I do well, I just think that I would run and hide
And I just hope to not recall your name at thirty-five
And if I do then I guess I just wasted too much time

I didn't wanna make a fuss when I was eighteen at your house
But you just did too much to the point that I didn't know how
And I don't want to know what I could do to pass the time
Does it make sense to be bored?
Well, I can't tell
You always had something to say just to think I was dumber
I guess you're right 'cause I don't think that I learned enough
But–

Well, I just hope to never see your face at twenty-five
And if I do well, I just think that I would run and hide
And I just hope to not recall your name at thirty-five
And if I do then I guess I just wasted too much time