Letras
Months of chances
Depended on strategy
Months of chances
Defending only me
Efforts to speak
Rely on being polite
Only offer numb stares
When the mood's at its height
There are chests beating quickly
For no nice reason
What was once in my head
Was something misleading
Months of chances
Been given to call
Months of chances
Haven't used at all
Spent all the goodwill
Gained growing up
Ain't being praised anymore
For just showing up
Will find friends
And be introduced
Won't fumble the words
While forming an excuse
Let me sit in a group
Many chairs in the lobby
Plenty more in the cube
Months of chances
Most likely to be around
A more familiar sight
A more proper noun
Months of chances
To grow proactive
Months of chances
While you grew more attractive
'Kept using jockstrapped humor
My investments are a threat
Couldn't realize how complacent
My world was before we met
Your whole life dedicated
Empowering better gatekeepers
'Til no more patronizing bitch tits
Have their hands on the leaver
Months of chances
Trying not to pigeonhole
Months of chances
Given to enroll
It's not about changing
To be something different
It's about when it's helpful to repent
It's about feeling different
It's not about holding envy
'Cause what you have is so rare
It's about ridding any doubt
That there is good out there
Let me drive around houses
Where I once knew the residents
Before they escaped with their spouses
Months of chances