We left pages unwritten, just stretched out into the nights we have yet to remember someday
just letting the light hit us long enough
To see that we are people,
maybe what we were wearing
Swearing to be more than what the headlights let us be
Did we let them down?
Our less broken younger selves?
Caught warming our hands in the red of the brake lights
I'm sorry we don’t laugh, kiss and bleed as much as we did
But the songs we couldn’t stream,
Binders full of rainbow CDs
marked with sharpie
They still flow through me
Like the half remembered dreams
Of parking lots and back seats
Conversations that used to mean something
Back when we were allowed to love people because we loved people
Not because we were afraid of what you’d think
Maybe this is how its supposed to seem
What does a sad kid grow up to be?
Did I fill the canvas shoes and broken laces
Am I just burning out overrated?
Optimistic with my “punk”tuation
Less learned and more “edge”ucated
Fences I thought I’d climbed over
They built taller
I always knew I could be a better man
But I just wasn't
I liked the way I am
And so did my friends
That used to count for something
I thought getting older I’d finally know
But I’m more lost than I have ever been
Care more, worry less?
What does a sad kid grow up to be?
Me, I guess.