The Coming Age

You fought the war
Of everything you knew just before
I had to clarify, I wasn't really sure
If you took everything I said as gospel
About the going's on in the hostel

In a world full of drama, she was the artistic masterpiece
In possession of something I wish was a piece of me

So make your way
Out your sodden cave and seize the day
You want to make
The best of everything that comes in your own way

You're one to make
All the right choices with mistakes
Cause nothings ever perfect these days
From everyone, you're the one to break
The rules of the system
You get both hands
And wrap the opportunity with your palm
While trying to remain composed and calm
While mapping out the ways that you can
Carpe diem

In a world full of drama, she was an artistic masterpiece
In possession of something I wish was a piece of me

So make your way
Out your sodden cave and seize the day
You want to make
The best of everything that comes in your own way
You break away
From all the normal ways that life tells you to take
You never fake
The personality of the coming age

So make your way
Out your sodden cave and seize the day
You want to make
The best of everything that comes in your own way
You break away
From all the normal ways that life tells you to take
You never fake
The personality of the coming age



Credits
Writer(s): Finlay Bradshaw
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