you’re in the showerwhen the water runs coldyou’re staring at the mirrorwhen your face suddenly grows oldnow you’re falling downthe stairs againnothing to stand oncause your legs caved inchorusno, it’s never to late to forgiveyou’re not to blame, you were just a childlay down your armor and learn to liveno, it’s never to late to forgive(water, water, water everywhereand n’er a drop to drink, you’ve gottalet your hair down, so you can think)walk out your front doorand you dont know what street you’re onyou go to work and find out you’ve gotnothing onthe flowers you bought yourselfare dying on the manteleach frame around themholds a memory you can’t handlechorusfalling leaves gracefully land on the graveof a man whos hand was scarredby the teeth marks of a….of a childchorus out