Old lusts and the musk of wood dust
Trapped in my old house
The air's too thick to breathe, so desperately
We scooped it in our mouths
Untouched with a poor paint job
And a short attention span
If I could concentrate, it would have turned out great
But I can't

And I'll probably never be a famous writer
But I can read and write okay
And I'll probably never be all that successful
Would you love me still the same way?

Grass stains and old Brit khaki pants
It's getting old
I still don't have the means to buy nice things
But I'm over it, it's cool
I slept inside my car for what seemed like forever
I ain't ate a lunch the past six months
It's time to get my life together

And I'll probably never be a fearless fighter
But I can fight this off today
You'll probably never love me like I love you
But I love you still the same way
And I'd have changed if I knew it was an option
God knows I would have changed
'Cause I'll probably never be the same without you
I'll probably never be the same

I'd have changed if I knew it was an option
God, I wish I could change
'Cause I'm not even half of what you wanted
And I gave everything I have

I'll probably never be a famous writer
But I've accepted it, it's okay
You'll probably never love me like I love you
But I love you still the same way