The Pretty Reckless - 25 (Commentary)

Year one was lots of fun But nothin' lasts forever in my dreams Two, I followed you Because you knew the way or so it seemed At three, I still believed That we would be becoming destiny At four, I wanted more But you were movin' on to better things At twenty-five, and still alive Much longer than expected for a man At twenty-five, all hope has died And the glass of my intentions turns to sand And shatters in my hand Oh, oh, oh Five to six, a lie, a kiss The secrets that were stirred we'd never say Skipped to eight, we called it fate To live, to let us die another day At nine, I saw the signs Reflected in the barrel of a gun Ten, we're here again Those who loved me burned up in the sun At twenty-five, and still alive Much longer than expected for a man At twenty-five, all hope has died And the glass of my intentions turns to sand And shatters in my hand Shatters in my hand From eleven to twelve, I held the future in my grasp And all through my teens I screamed, I may not live much past Twenty-one, two, three, four Twenty-one, two, three, four Twenty-one, two, three, four One, two, three, four At twenty-five, and still alive Much longer than expected for a man At twenty-five, all hope has died And the glass of my intentions The glass of my intentions The glass of my intentions turns to sand It shatters in my hand Shatters in my hand In my hand