It doesn't make sense
Cause it'll never ever work
You and I, we make two
But we just won't do

And I dig my toes into the sand
Then even deeper inland
And every time I hear your name
It's always used in vain

Shame
And it won't go away
But someday, we'll grow closer
And I'll accept your loving gift

All we do is make excuses
And mine is time
No time,
Or I just don't wanna waste mine

When I count down
My final song comes to a close.
Hopefully I'll be closer facing north,
Rather than buried in the southern home.

Till that day comes,
Destruction's what we live in
I'm adjusting my ways
I'm adjusting my ways

When I count down to the end,
And my final song comes to a close
Hopefully I'll be closer facing north,
Rather than buried in the southern home

Till that day comes,
Destruction's what we live in
I'm adjusting my ways
So that I have something to eat

I'm adjusting my ways
I'm adjusting my ways

I'm adjusting
I'm adjusting my ways

[Excerpt from William Shakespeare's Sonnet 71]
No longer mourn for me when I am dead; for I love you so
That I in your sweet thoughts would be forgot
If thinking on me then should make you woe
O, if, I say, you look upon this verse
When I perhaps compounded am with clay
Do not so much as my poor name rehearse
But let your love even with my life decay
Lest the wise world should look into your moan
And mock you with me after I am gone
If you read this line, remember not
The hand that writ it; for I love you so