Fair Enough

There was a morning once When I would wait for what's next And turn my head at the slightest bit of a compliment And all of these hopeless romantics come crawling out of bed I rest on solitude After all, what am I left with? My greatest fear is not that I would ever drift away I'd want to begin again But I know that I'm permanently stuck Between the point of no return and sorrowed confusion I paint a picture in my head for forty years As they say never make plans for people without fear I get so dependent and hung up on the way things should be But I promise that's not me And I don't have much to give but I'm happy to take I paint a picture in my head for forty years And they say never make plans for people without fear I rest on solitude After all, what am I left with