Regress to a person who was lonely
And you are still alone
Nostalgia for your golden years
Within the safety of your parents home
Cause home is where my heart should be
But this organ's overworked
It's begging for retirement from that restless cavity underneath my shirt
I'm young but I feel like I've failed already
I'm small but I feel like my soul is heavy
I've got mountains to climb
Running out of time
But the lead in my shoes just wont let me
Go
I'm so slow
All I need them to know
Is I'm trying
Not flying
But falling
And I wake up so tired each morning
From dreams unrequited
And ambitions blighted
All erased by stretching and yawning