To Be Honest
I did a lot of thinking,
took the long way home
thoughts were racing in my mind
and I ran to stop them.
The sound of rubber on the asphalt
coming to a stop.
O my god, it was a close car
It sme up, right on my nerves
It's the kiss of death
that makes a man think.
But to be honest
we're all a little scared.
And I'd be lying
if I said I didn't care
And to be honest
I don't know if I'll get there
But it ain't the fear of dying
that makes me come undone
It's the fear of living with the man I might become.
Like will I make enough
to buy what she wants
Or even more
give her what she needs
It's the kind of thing that separates
the men from the boys
And sometimes I still don't know
which one I am
But to be honest
we're all a little scared.
And I'd be lying
if I said I didn't care
And to be honest
I don't know if I'll get there
But it ain't the fear of dying
that makes me come undone
It's the fear of living with the man I might become.
The man I might become, yeah.
I did a lot of thinking
took the long way home.
And sometimes I still don't know
where it goes.
took the long way home
thoughts were racing in my mind
and I ran to stop them.
The sound of rubber on the asphalt
coming to a stop.
O my god, it was a close car
It sme up, right on my nerves
It's the kiss of death
that makes a man think.
But to be honest
we're all a little scared.
And I'd be lying
if I said I didn't care
And to be honest
I don't know if I'll get there
But it ain't the fear of dying
that makes me come undone
It's the fear of living with the man I might become.
Like will I make enough
to buy what she wants
Or even more
give her what she needs
It's the kind of thing that separates
the men from the boys
And sometimes I still don't know
which one I am
But to be honest
we're all a little scared.
And I'd be lying
if I said I didn't care
And to be honest
I don't know if I'll get there
But it ain't the fear of dying
that makes me come undone
It's the fear of living with the man I might become.
The man I might become, yeah.
I did a lot of thinking
took the long way home.
And sometimes I still don't know
where it goes.
Credits
Writer(s): Frank Elting, Stephan Lieb
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