Time Machine from January by Often

Cried through all the good parts
Laughed at all the bad
Watched the turning hour
Drain every grain of sand

When I meet the creator
And it’s asked of me
What’d you do with your one sweet life
Did you spend it how you please

Well I built a Time Machine
Looking for the best version of me
I’d like to start again
Didn’t find what I was hoping to see
If it’s okay
If you’ve got any lives to give
I’d like to try again
Never really took the chance to live

Well I’m here still trying
If no one else believes
Still got enough faith left
The size of a mustard seed
Well I’m here still trying
If no one else believes
Still got enough faith left
The size of a mustard seed

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