Lyrics Young - DBMK

Young

You stand asking if I’m sleeping more
I shake my head your eyes meet with the floor
I was heavy into everything, no common sense
You’ll never find what you are looking for
I don’t use the same pills anymore
I don’t feel that false peace anymore
I only ask myself, what am I feeling for?
Why every headache is a holy war
You said I was hopeless then what am I now?
Will I ever realize?
How you look through me
With the glow that’s in your eyes
I never wanted to be
Too much for anybody
A ghost made out of your sheets, still believing
Every single thing that you say I was and
Every single minute that made me so young
I only wanted to be
The light that covers the street
When you fall asleep, still believing
Every single part of the way that I love
Every single minute that made me so young
You feel like rain
The way you pool inside my brain
Oh, but I love the gloom
You’re too cool to feel the same
You feel like crying
Like a Sunday evening sighing
You colonize my head- my body blue and red
Always at war with my trying
I am too young to be aching in my knees
When I stop to collect all the feelings that I see
And I am not the one to be shaking like the trees
When I stop to meet all the people that I’ll be
I never wanted to be
Too much for anybody
A ghost made out of your sheets, still believing
Every single thing that you say I was and
Every single minute that made me so young
I only wanted to be
The light that covers the street
When you fall asleep, still believing
Every single part of the way that I love
Every single minute that made me so young
Find yourself
In the thick of it all
Losing grip
When does the pressure stop?
Remember me?
I was the life you loved
With eyes that glow
Headlights, so bright
Find yourself
In the thick of it all
Losing grip
When does the pressure stop?
Remember me?
I was the life you loved
With eyes that glow
Headlights, so bright
I don’t know why I’m always changing shape to protect the pain that I made and
I don’t know why I made you into medicine, full of it all of the time
I don’t know why I’m always changing shape to protect the pain that I made and
I don’t know why I made you into medicine, full of it all of the time
I don’t know why I’m always changing shape to protect the pain that I made and
I don’t know why I made you into medicine, full of it all of the time