Old lusts and the musk of wood dust trapped in my old house The air's too thick to breathe so desperately we scooped it in our mouths Untouched with a poor paint job and a short attention span If I could concentrate, it would have turned out great, but I can't And I'll probably never be a famous writer, but I can read and write okay And I'll probably never be all that successful Would you love me still the same way? Gra** stains and old Brit khaki pants, it's getting old I still don't have the means to buy nice things but I'm over it, it's cool I slept inside my car for what seemed like forever I ain't ate a lunch the past six months It's time to get my life together And I'll probably never be a fearless fighter, but I can fight this off today You'll probably never love me like I love you, but I love you still the same way And I'd have changed if I knew it was an option God knows I would have changed Cause I'll probably never be the same without you I'll probably never be the same I'd have changed if I knew it was an option God I wish I could change Cause I'm not even half of what you wanted And I gave everything I have I'll probably never be a famous writer, but I've accepted it, it's okay You'll probably never love me like I love you, but I love you still the same way