Spilt Milk
Words by Robert Smith
I don’t think I ever know if I ever really want it
Could be why I’m never sure if I ever really got it
And I guess it’s maybe easier not to think too much about it…
A house a car a family and friends
Yeah all it means to justify the ends
But sometimes… I wonder… In the back of my mind
Sometimes… I wonder… If I’m wasting all my time
Sometimes… I wonder… If I’m putting off my real life…
What I could’ve done
Where I could’ve been
When I should’ve gone
Why I should’ve seen
Who I would’ve loved
How I would’ve dreamed
And if it’s always
Always too late…
I don’t think I ever know that I ever really need it
Could be why I’m never sure that I ever really feel it
And I think it’s maybe easier to guess I really mean it…
A house! A car! A family and friends!
Yeah all it means to justify the ends
But sometimes… I wonder…
A girl! A smile! A holiday and sex!
Yeah all it takes to make sense of the rest
But sometimes… I wonder… In the back of my mind
Sometimes… I wonder… If I’m killing all my time
Sometimes… I wonder… If I’m giving up my real life…
What I could’ve done
Where I could’ve been
When I should’ve gone
Why I should’ve seen
Who I would’ve loved
How I would’ve dreamed
And if it’s always
Always too late…
And every day that I let slide
Is one day more I never try
To break the world
To make my fate
And with every day that I let go
It’s one day less I ever know
If it’s always
Always too late…