I want to come heavy
I want the weight of my world to land blissful
I want the dreams that I hold dear
To be caught between her brow
Her forehead

And age
We leave the age of reason
This world we know is growing old
I wasn't young

I wasn't perfect

I want to come perfect
I want the ending to be the beginning
I want the feeling that I give
To be stuck upon her brow
Her face

Her mind
Where its never the age of reason
And everything has its excuses
I wasn't young

I wasn't young