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?