Late

Sailing down the street because I'm always late for something
Anything to keep the excitement from drowning in insecurity
There's something about the music low in my ears as the cars go by
Two wheels affixed to a frightened fuck fixated on nothing

I told you, you could live forever
You said
"I'm just trying to make it to 25"

Free falling past the skylines of my 'second thought' dreams
Smoke billowing from my last attempt at making something good for myself
"Next time," I say, "Next time it's going to be completely different"
But at the end of the day, I know I'm just a disappointment



Credits
Writer(s): Frank Mandeville Rogers, Monty Russ Criswell, Jeremy Bussey, Derek George, Bobby Hamrick, Frank Ray
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