I can't get on, i can't get on
Because i live in the past
And it's too strong
I can't get on, i can't get on
Because i live in the past
And it's too strong

And the present is imperfect
And the future, well, it's conditional
And the past's a foreign land
That i'm trying to understand

And all the girls are framed
In the order that they came
And the best friends do their worst
To remind me that i'm cursed

And i'd just like to say
That i'm sorry to everyone
That just wants to get on
That just wants to get on
But i