And for whatever reason I wish that I had two minds

Opposite signs, parallel lines, wide point and fine

I hate admitting when you're right and I want you in plain sight

Isn't it odd? We think a lot alike tonight

And everyone asks if I'm leaving, no sir

I get around but I don't get closer

Is it because I'm 23, not 24?

And in a way I don't mind watching it get unkind

Stand where it shines, I can inspire myself just fine

I'm in the sweetest way misled, growing my hair in bed

Coffee or beer--These are a year's component thread

And everything is in terms of next time

Twenty-five thousand more miles to the dateline

Is it because I'm 24, not 25?