when i was little i used to think
the world just goes by and all you do is blink
and i wish
and i wait
for the day that can be true
because every little decision
every little dream
always leads me back to you
and so now i stroll
with my eyes on other things
and my mind is just so talentless
all it can do is think
and i cant play an instrument
i cant feel control
and sometimes
late at night
i don’t feel anything at all
so when i’m alone
on bergen street i’m home
it’s not a pond or a place
it’s the bonds that i can make
in my own little weight in the world
it’s a time without treason
it’s a rhyme without reason
it’s a place where i can be truly free
it’s a world where i can be truly me
May 20
May 20, 2026 at 9:04 PM UTC
when i was little i used to think
the world just goes by and all you do is blink
and i wish
and i wait
for the day that can be true
because every little decision
every little dream
always leads me back to you
and so now i stroll
with my eyes on other things
and my mind is just so talentless
all it can do is think
and i cant play an instrument
i cant feel control
and sometimes
late at night
i don’t feel anything at all
so when i’m alone
on bergen street i’m home
it’s not a pond or a place
it’s the bonds that i can make
in my own little weight in the world
it’s a time without treason
it’s a rhyme without reason
it’s a place where i can be truly free
it’s a world where i can be truly me