Songs I Write | VIII

Before Bed

I don't know how to feel about aging
It's nature and on paper it's just phasing
But I'm tired of changing and then changing
Nineteen will be twenty-five then thirty
If the earth is still alive and hurting
I guess I'll bear the burden, suppose it makes it worth turning

I'm still a kid inside these oversized jeans
On a barstool where my feet swear they cannot reach the edge
I'm still a bit over my life and too invested in dreams
In my head, I'm only scared of lights turned off before bed

As I get older, the less I feel I know
I used to make plans and now I don't go
'Cause I'm tired of changing and then changing
Nineteen could be thirty and married with child
Biting my tongue to make way for the screams I'll hide
I guess I'll bear the burning of past life desire

I'm still a kid inside these oversized jeans
On a barstool where my feet swear they cannot reach the edge
I'm still a bit over my life and too invested in dreams
In my head, I'm only scared of lights turned off before bed
I'm still a kid inside these oversized jeans
On a barstool where my feet swear they cannot reach the edge
I'm still a bit over my life and too invested in dreams
In my head, I'm only scared of lights turned off before bed
I'm still a kid inside these oversized jeans
On a barstool where my feet swear they cannot reach the edge
I'm still a bit over my life and too invested in dreams
In my head, I'm only scared of lights turned off before bed