There were always questions,
About where you been,
And with whom you went.
We didn't know
But I was only guessing,
About what I'd seen,
And I didn't mean no harm.

But you were willing and were able,
Though I never heard,
So I can't be sure.
There was too much on my table,
Stopping to eat,
I took my seat for too long.

There's not a thing worth remembering,
When tomorrow can bring someone new.
Get used to the thought,
You can't be what you're not,
Life has already got plans for you.

Admit, I'd just assume that you'd come around,
Find what you found.
I tried not to be rude,
You know how I am,
I tend to bitch and moan.

There's a loan out on opinions,
And who would collect,
Results reflect to pride to see.
It would be nice if you could give them,
You got something to spare,
And it's always nice to share.

There's not a thing worth remembering,
When tomorrow can bring someone new.
Get used to the thought,
You can't be what you're not,
Life has already got plans for you.