Drag.

You’re always ahead of the game,
I drag behind;
You never get caught in the rain,
When I’m drenched to the bone every time.

So, apparently, time is like this long thread or something that you can move back and forth on.
Except I don’t know how that can be true, because we never seem to be moving anywhere but forward.

When most people are asked "What would be the one thing you'd change if you could?" they say "Nothing. I've learned something from everything I did. So I wouldn't change a thing."
And then insert some sort of gay smiley which makes the rest of us want to puke our guts out.
The truth, of course, is that each of us, if we could, know the consequences of things we do in advance, wouldn’t do the regretful ones at all.
I mean, why sit in the class if you already know the subject, right?
If we knew what we've done will make us cower in *insert appropriate noun* we'd go back in time and change it.
Hell, we'd probably pick a different flavoured ice cream, if we didn't like the last one we ate.

Then again, since most people live in denial, it'll be very hard to prove this true.
It's so much easier to be decisive when you don't have the choice.

So yeah, back to time.
It would be nice if time was like a DVD or something.
Not so we could switch it off. But just maybe.. pause it for a while.
Just, you know, stop moving forward.
For a bit.
Because before you know it, it’s already tomorrow.
And before that realization has sunk in, it’s the day after.

Irony can make you laugh.
But in the nervous sort of way one associates with being trapped in a windowless room with Hannibal Lector.

You possess every trait that I lack,
By coincidence or by design;
You’re always ahead of the game,
While I drag behind.