If only one of us has changed
Would it matter anyway? (Anyway)
That's not the point
And words won't change a thing (change a thing)
Youth and wisdom aren't the same
They collaborate to make the day seem longer all the way
We could talk, we could fight
We just hold it all inside
What's the point to clean the mess we've made?
It's over, I'm over it
The mess
If one day both of us could say
It never mattered anyway (anyway)
That's not the point
And words won't change a thing
We could talk, or I could write
We just take it all in stride
What's the point to clean the mess we've made?
It's over, I'm over it
The mess we've made
It's over, I'm over it
The mess
