25 - The Pretty Reckless

Year one was lots of fun

But nothin' lasts forever in my dreams

Two, I followed you

Because you knew the way or so it seemed

At three, I still believed

That we would be becoming destiny

At four, I wanted more

But you were movin' on to better things

At twenty-five, and still alive

Much longer than expected for a man

At twenty-five, a hope has died

And the glass of my intentions turns to sand

And shatters in my hand

Oh, oh, oh

Five to six, a lie, a kiss

The secrets that were stirred we’d never say

Skipped to eight, we called it fate

To live to let us die another day

At nine, I saw the signs

Reflected in the barrel of a gun

Ten, we’re here again

Those who loved me burned up in the sun

At twenty-five, and still alive

Much longer than expected for a man

At twenty-five, a hope has died

And the glass of my intentions turns to sand

And shatters in my hand

Shatters in my hand

From eleven to twelve, I held the future in my grasp

And all through my teens

I screamed that may not live much past

Twenty-one, two, three, four

Twenty-one, two, three, four

Twenty-one, two, three, four

One, two, three, four

At twenty-five, and still alive

Much longer than expected for a man

At twenty-five, a hope has died

And the glass of my intentions

The glass of my intentions

The glass of my intentions turns to sand

It shatters in my hand

Shatters in my hand

In my hand