Watching the orange sun as I drive
When we were young and unafraid to die
We didn’t want to figure out why
Just having fun and passing the time
Everyone asks us where it all went
Children are pure yet still long to repent
We hadn’t even done anything yet
Finding our voices and making friends
What’s too much and what’s enough?
If all we really need is love
Why do I keep searching for what isn’t there
It’s such a weak emotion, feeling scared