A mourning dove, some tough love
Secrets get swept under the rug
It's a good place to hide
A life plan, a held hand
A map to your 21 grams
That you couldn't find
Just shy of 25, so concerned with wasting time
Like it's not on my side
While I'm gone, turn the tape recorder on
And see what you can find
A painted face, an empty space
Left behind without a trace
It's still hard to believe it
No proof and no truth
A love note written in lemon juice
So you can't read it
Just shy of 25, so concerned with wasting time
Like it's not on my side
Someday I will take back what's mine
And leave this all behind