| At 19 |
| I didn’t think I’d make it to 23 |
| But I’m happy to be here |
| Welcome back from the dark side |
| Tried and tested by successions of hard times |
| Take a deep breath |
| This isn’t over yet |
| Air out the carbon monoxide |
| There’s a voice in the back of my head and it’s deafening |
| All my friends hate my guts, feel the weight of everything |
| Bearing down on my shoulders |
| Down on my shoulders |
| I see |
| My past self standing in front of me |
| It’s back like a leap year |
| At 19 |
| I didn’t think I’d make it to 23 |
| But I’m happy to be hre |
| I think I saw you in a past life |
| Enamored of th glow from the gas light |
| In a younger skin |
| You dug your fingers in |
| I walked away on the last night |
| Feeling drained, looking up at the best that’s ahead of me |
| Hold it down, power through, live to spite my enemies |
| You wanna see me crumble |
| You wanna see me crumble |
| Dead on arrival |
| …but I won’t |
| Give you that satisfaction |
| Everything crashing over me |
| Nowadays feels so weightless |
| The context is sobering |
| You can’t take that away from me |