Amelia

It's a seven semester window of opportunity that's been boarded up

Over seven semesters spent in relative obscurity, collecting dust

Because I couldn't collect myself enough

To break the habit of keeping my mouth shut

I wouldn't call it giving up cause I feel just fine

But I won't hold my breath while I'm waiting for a next time

I'll step back and start over again

so now I'm stuck facing my luck and the possibility of being buried alive

In another semester of open windows closing

Knowing there's no chance but hoping

You'll do anything but hate me

Cause you, you could save me

I wouldn't call it giving up cause I feel just fine

But I won't hold my breath while I'm waiting for a next time

I'll step back and start over again

It's nothing, it's nothing, it's nothing.. but I'm lying and it shows

This doesn't mean a thing, forget I even mentioned it

This doesn't mean a thing

But I'm lying and it shows

I can't leave here without letting you know

I'm tearing down these boards before I go