You never really knew
the things you learned would matter
the things you did and didnt do would someday find you
the things you hate the most
the lessons on piano,
the books you read in Sunday school–
I swear Id trade in anything to be young again.
And all these things
are lessons in living
It seems like were all fighting to be more than who we are.
Lifes been a test of virtue and humility so far.
cause give and take dont matter either way.
fck up and draw the lottery
Roshambo for poverty.
Destination anywhere but here.
Here I go again,
feeling sorry for myself.
Am I getting old at heart–
too old to pretend
that everythings alright?
Have I had a choice?
Walking past a threshold
into the change
and your lifes never the same again.
And all these things
are lessons in living.
It seems like were all fighting to be more than who we are.
Lifes been a test of virtue and humility so far.
cause give and take dont matter either way.
fck up and draw the lottery
Roshambo for poverty.
Destination anywhere but here.
My minds open.
I scream for better things.
It seems like were all fighting to be more than who we are.
Lifes been a test of virtue and humility so far.
cause give and take dont matter either way.
fck up and draw the lottery
Roshambo for poverty.
Destination anywhere but here