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Blowing out the breath i don t feel so tall, to overcome the battle inside what is owed to anxiety s hold Growing, an object of security slowly losing its stuffin
Growing up is more than just a mind state and owning all your debts, blowing out the breath i don t feel so tall, and understand i ll never be a man until i solve em
grow to see the change in my life
And that would be everything-just another boy left with nothing, but the older i become i start to humor giving up so pick it up listen to all of the words in my head Growing, and understand i ll have a shaky hand until they re said
And sometimes i wish that i could go back home, speak it through the can on the line, and that would be everything-just another boy left with nothing
Looking through the glass i don t feel so tall, an object of security slowly losing its stuffin, yeah crawl into my childhood dreams and be alone
anything at all
Looking for another motherfucking chance to re-break the broken in is something, the sumter square slum king
To overcome the battle inside what is owed to anxiety s hold, and prophesied the future from the twinkle in my eye Grieves, is there a better way to figure it out
Through the sky, and left a couple daydreams broken down and smashed, grow to see the change in my life
And sometimes i wish that i could go back home, so tell me how am i supposed to reach anything, life has been a bitch holding onto me
I sweep it all under the rug, and left a couple daydreams broken down and smashed, anything at all
speak it through the can on the line
i don t play well with others
And i don t know if i can get my mind state back, life has been a bitch holding onto me
is there a better way to figure it out
And understand i ll have a shaky hand until they re said, anything at all
Is there a better way to figure it out, i m always freaking out Grieves, i sweep it all under the rug
I panic in a crowd, anything at all
Cover up the loss found inside of me and wash it down with blood, and prophesied the future from the twinkle in my eye
and left a couple daydreams broken down and smashed
so tell me how am i supposed to reach anything
Anything at all, so tell me how am i supposed to reach anything
but i would travel to the end just to feel that grasp
But i would travel to the end just to feel that grasp, is there a better way to figure it out
I could wrinkle up and die, looking for another motherfucking chance to re-break the broken in is something
So tell me how am i supposed to reach anything, blowing out the breath i don t feel so tall
And that s the part i m never going to get, anything at all
In that room where the dreams started talking to me constantly and dancing, and understand i ll have a shaky hand until they re said Growing, the sumter square slum king
And understand i ll have a shaky hand until they re said, an object of security slowly losing its stuffin
Is there a better way to figure it out, and that s the part i m never going to get
Through the sky, that s why i m always on the ground