Tomorrow

I wonder what it's like
Seeing through your eyes
You've offered me to have a try
But I was always late
The filters that I use
Give me an an excuse
I take away what's real
I feel it and it blows my fuse

I hang around
For another round
I'm hanging around
For another round
I'm hanging on
To the same old song
I hang around
For another round
Until something stops me

I wonder what it's like
Walking by your side
To think before I talk
And to move at the same speed as you walk