Lyrics On How Our Paths Differ - Matt Pryor

On How Our Paths Differ

Your eye on the bottle
That you had on the shelf
All but forgotten
How to cast these spells
It happens too often
I get overwhelmed
I’m high on a mountain
To down in the skids
I have a theory for what this is
I can’t be that way again
It may be the fashion
It may be the rage
I guess when I’m laughin'
I’m showin' my age
Attempt at compassion
By breakin' my gaze
I’m silently countin'
Backward from ten
Tryin' not laugh out loud again
Sorry about that friend
It isn’t the nation
So much as it’s you
You keep on pretending like you’re
You’re still twenty-two
If you’re at the height of it, then the
Then the bottom will do
It may sound defeatist
But it’s never been
I have to be happy in my own skin
I’m happy to not fit in
I’m happy to not fit in
I’m happy to not fit in
I’m happy to not fit in