Some day I hope that I’ll tell you finally
and maybe it won’t matter
time passing by is a struggle to hold
maybe we’ll be drunk
or just very very old
and I’ll tell you finally
what I’ve wanted to say all along
that running wasn’t for sport
but insecurity led to doubt
and fear is a hell of a friend
I’ll say what I should’ve shown
and lose what I never owned
but it’ll be easier then to do this
when it won’t matter
or at least be better
one day when last becomes first again.