Eleven months its been and the world at my feet couldn't do much by try to catch up with me

Eleven months its been and all that's passed means shit to me

Tomorrow, if I walk backwards fast enough could I turn back time?

Almost a month to the day is where I'd be

Hugging them and loving them and begging them not to fly away.

One month to the day...

Tomorrow I set forth to where I would like to have been...

A month to late...

Wishing a happy birthday to a woman that's enitrely too far away