Is this just getting older?
I can't get away from this rain
I'm starting to think that it's me
And I wanna just create things
Can't remember a day I've been sober
Not in a place to take blame
Any more weight I might break
Tell me, do you feel the same?
Guess we all go the same way
I'm in a bit of a mess here
Can't pretend and hope to disappear
Could I have been more than this?
Within a world with no risk,
forcing a shoot that won't fit
I spend most of the day stoned and,
Saying it helped to write this,
but on the real I'm tight -lipped
Shooting a shot that I'll miss,
and it's so far from near
Why the hell am I still here?
This is not the end of our lives,
this is just a bump in the ride
And I know that it will be alright,
and if it's not then we're fucked,
but cry every time that I realize
Maybe I'll never find my smile,
Well, that's on me, well, that's on me
Now that the weather is colder
Nothing is masking this pain
The summer was here but won't stay
And we are inside like all day
Regretting the things that we say
And it takes a toll, yeah
The conversation won't end
Being a rock for your friends
Cracks on the surface don't mend
We only break, don't bend
And you'd think it was so clear
But I can't see nothing but the fear
Thinking inside I won't do
Might as well open up too
Locking myself in my room
Hoping that this'll end soon
What I would put myself through
Cause they will hate themselves too
Pretending to win but just lose
And it's so far from near
Why the hell am I still here?
This is not the end of our lives
This is just a bump in the road
I know that it will be alright
If it's not, then we're fucked, aren't we?
I can't help myself but cry
Every time that I realize
Maybe I'll never find my smile
Too many things on my mind
To process moments of life
Then some days I lose my drive
Then some can't control the fire
I'm aware that things take time
But I'm not a patient guy
Maybe if I wait I'll find
Resemblance of peace of mind
This is just getting older
Running away from my past
Knowing the calm it won't last
Being a mouse in this grass
Feeling the snakes behind us
And I'm searching for closure
But nothing is healing these scars
When I open up they just laugh
Saying if they had just hopped,
then nothing would ever be done
or just the same old blues, babe?
This is not the end of our lives
This is just a bump in the road
I know that it will be alright
If it's not, then we're fucked, aren't we?
I can't help myself but cry
Every time that I realize
Maybe I'll never find my smile