Maybe It's Time
Yeah, come around
And see how quiet things have been
Looks the same but I'm no longer cocked up
At least I think I'm stretching out
I can't believe it's been a year
And still nobody has disappeared
Or outgrown me
Tell me where's the pull over the existential ledge
Or the thoughtfulness I blank on
When smiling with a friend?
Yeah, the grass was always greener
And the hills were just ahead
If nothing's haunting me by then
I'll feel brand new by then
Yeah, come around
I don't know anyone who's here
Been trying to remember all the names I've learned
But man I don't feel like checking out
I'd walk out of a movie if it wore you thin
Pick up when you're uneasy
Yeah I think I can win, or pass at least
Walking a straight line and getting ahead
Not missing the good parts again and again
I'm finally easy
I don't feel like wandering off
Waiting for the pull over the existential ledge
Or the thoughtfulness I lean on
When smiling with a friend
Yeah, I'm shouting from the bleachers
And I'm looking for the pitch
If nothing's haunting me by then
I'll feel brand new by then
Call me up and see how quiet things have been
And see how quiet things have been
Looks the same but I'm no longer cocked up
At least I think I'm stretching out
I can't believe it's been a year
And still nobody has disappeared
Or outgrown me
Tell me where's the pull over the existential ledge
Or the thoughtfulness I blank on
When smiling with a friend?
Yeah, the grass was always greener
And the hills were just ahead
If nothing's haunting me by then
I'll feel brand new by then
Yeah, come around
I don't know anyone who's here
Been trying to remember all the names I've learned
But man I don't feel like checking out
I'd walk out of a movie if it wore you thin
Pick up when you're uneasy
Yeah I think I can win, or pass at least
Walking a straight line and getting ahead
Not missing the good parts again and again
I'm finally easy
I don't feel like wandering off
Waiting for the pull over the existential ledge
Or the thoughtfulness I lean on
When smiling with a friend
Yeah, I'm shouting from the bleachers
And I'm looking for the pitch
If nothing's haunting me by then
I'll feel brand new by then
Call me up and see how quiet things have been
Credits
Writer(s): Ethan Caleb Henthorn, Ryan Mitchell Stephenson
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