This Is My Life

We could at least agree
That someday we'd have coffee
There's a little place I know--
Okay
Neutral territory
How was I to know
That you'd go into video?
Or that you'd run off with your professor's wife?
And now I can't believe this is my life

So who cut your hair?
And who changed your clothes?
And who was it who discovered
What you wear beneath your clothes?
Oh baby, it sure wasn't me
'Cause I never had time to see
What with dealing with your every storm and strife
And now I can't believe this is my life

Now your race with me is over
We can argue over who lost
Still I miss your open spaces
I just couldn't find the cost
Buried in the ground

And now you're never alone
Even in your head
You never did recover
From what your parents said
My wish for better health
Is for you not to see yourself
Right before you go under the knife
And now I can't believe this is my life
I can't believe this is my life

Nerissa Nields © 1992 Peter Quince Publishing, ASCAP

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