22 Lyrics

22, plus 30, was the first time that i saw the truth
22, minus a week or so, was the first time that i knew
That i'd never be the same
That i'd only cry on name
Ever again
For any reason

Dearest, best friend
I am yours for now and every season

I'm holding your face in my hands,
'cause the following is sincere;
You are my future plans
So allow me one more half-year

If you're not here tomorrow
I wont be anywhere at all
If your hand is there to borrow
I wont be holding anything at all.