| It’s late at night, I’m writin' poems on my phone
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| I’m isolated, but I never feel alone
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| I’m concentrated, yeah I’m all up in the zone
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| I gotta work 'cause soon I might be on my own
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| I talked to Jack about the shit up in my life
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| I talked to Matt about the girls I never liked
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| And Brad is up in D.C. lookin' for his wife
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| And Chester’s graduatin' this year, what a sight
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| Surface level, everything is goin' great
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| And all these newer people cool, but can’t relate
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| I feel like lately, I been questionin' my fate
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| Don’t wanna rush it so I guess I gotta wait
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| And sometimes, I really think that this is it
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| I got some people tellin' me to call it quits
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| My father always used to tell me get a grip
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| And now the world is slippin' through my fingertips
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| Losin' hope
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| I gotta go
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| That’s my soft side talkin'
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| In reality, I’m a dead man walkin'
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| Do a backflip, talkin' 'bout the band camp parties
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| That was back in sixth grade, can’t forget my shawty
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| Well, she cheated on me, but I didn’t care
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| Brown hair, talkin' shit when I wasn’t there
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| I had the buzzcut, coolest couple was us
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| Only kissed once, but I kept it on the hush-hush
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| Yeah, went to a dance at the Eagle Harbor Golf Club
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| At the end, we were sneakin' on the golf course
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| Holdin' hands, stick together durin' manhunt
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| And whispered to me «Anthony you’re such a odd dork»
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| Reminiscin' but I’m back now
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| I’ma find love, never back down
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| I was always chillin' in the background
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| Now they notice me, I gotta act proud |