Beat a hasty retreat
Back to when you were pure and true.
Run as fast as you can
While you try to find her.
Word of warning:
She’s not there.
She is you and she is gone and
She was never really who you thought her to be.
Waiting to be older and wiser was
A game played in vain.
All that time waiting and you lost out on living
In the moment, in the glorious moment.
So beat your hasty retreat only beat it back
To here where all is tainted and jaded and
More true than you ever imagined
Life and love would be.
