25
Year one was lots of fun
But nothin' lasts forever in my dreams
And two, I followed you
Because you knew the way or so it seemed
And three, I still believed
That we would be becoming destiny
And four, I wanted more
But you were movin' on to better things
At 25 and still alive
Much longer than expected for a man
At 25, all 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 served, we'd never say
Skip to eight, we called it fate
To live, to let us die another day
And 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 25 and still alive
Much longer than expected for a man
At 25, all hope has died
And the glass of my intentions turns to sand
And shatters in my hand
Shatters in my hand
From 11, 12, I held the future in my grasp
And all through my teens, I screamed I may not live much past
21, two, three, four
21, two, three, four
21, two, three, four
One, two, three, four
At 25 and still alive
Much longer than expected for a man
At 25, all 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
But nothin' lasts forever in my dreams
And two, I followed you
Because you knew the way or so it seemed
And three, I still believed
That we would be becoming destiny
And four, I wanted more
But you were movin' on to better things
At 25 and still alive
Much longer than expected for a man
At 25, all 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 served, we'd never say
Skip to eight, we called it fate
To live, to let us die another day
And 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 25 and still alive
Much longer than expected for a man
At 25, all hope has died
And the glass of my intentions turns to sand
And shatters in my hand
Shatters in my hand
From 11, 12, I held the future in my grasp
And all through my teens, I screamed I may not live much past
21, two, three, four
21, two, three, four
21, two, three, four
One, two, three, four
At 25 and still alive
Much longer than expected for a man
At 25, all 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
Credits
Writer(s): Taylor Momsen, Benjamin Phillips
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