I think I realized just in time, although my old self was hard to find You can bathe me in your finest wine but I'll never give you mine 'Cos I'm a little bit tired of fearing that I'll be the bad fruit nobody buys Tell me, did you think we'd all dream the same?
And doesn't that sound familiar? Doesn't that hit too close to home? Doesn't that make you shiver; the way things could have gone? And doesn't it feel peculiar when everyone wants a little more? And so that I do remember to never go that far, Could you leave me with a scar? Could you leave me with a scar?