Enemy.

All of my life, I’ve been searching
For the words to say how I feel.
I spend my time thinking too much,
And leave too little to say what I mean.
I’ve tried to understand the best I can,
All of my life.

All of my life, I’ve been saying sorry
For the things I know I should have done,
All the things I could have said come back to me.
Sometimes I wish that it had just begun.
Seems I’m always that little too late,
All of my life.

Set them up, I’ll take a drink with you,
Pull up a chair, I think I’ll stay,
Set them up, 'cos I’m going nowhere.
There’s too much I need to remember,
Too much I need to say.