| Four AM and my head’s against the wall
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| Countless times I’ve let myself feel this small
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| These words won’t come out
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| But tomorrow I’ll make sure they do
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| Make sure I don’t halve my truths
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| 'Cause you know what?
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| You’re right
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| I’m a coward, I’m wrong
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| I only know how to be brave through a song
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| Some late nights it seems like I can’t even speak
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| At least I’m changing
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| I know it’s right for me
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| This whole time I’ve felt like a passerby
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| I counted road lines
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| I waited for this place to die
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| Streetlights led me nowhere free
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| I had to give
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| We had to live
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| I learned the hard way
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| And I’m still learning every day
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| 'Cause you know what?
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| I’m right
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| It’s been real
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| It’s been long
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| And now I’m moving on
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| I’ve still got my songs
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| Some late nights I feel like I finally know what’s real
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| And that feeling is one that you can never steal
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| Driving home, I found new beginnings in this place
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| We’re told we’re born, we work, we get old
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| Enough of that shit, I wasted time
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| But you’re not wasting mine, no, no
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| Yeah, I remember sitting on your lawn
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| Some old day gone, spouting dreams until the sun came up
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| I love those dreams just like you
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| But I want to like myself right now too |