16 (Already Too Late)

At 16
It was already
Too late for all the things you should've said
And lately
I've been dreaming
Of going back to see the way it could've been
For you and me
But my nostalgic tendencies forgot to breathe
And fade out of memory
Fade out of memory

Green or blue
It's like I never knew
Now I'm trying to reconstruct
Where we were
When we learned
That we'd never be forever
Your eyes were burning embers
Like sunsets in November
They must've been read
Cause they sure bled

And since then
I've lived in the present
But now I'm aching to remember who I've been

I was my father's son
At least in photographs
I was eager to learn
And the sun was brighter
Now I'm quick to judge
And doubt comes twice as fast
Will I become someone
Worthy of remembering
Or will I be lost to forever

And now that
I've forgotten half
Of all the things that made me scream or cry or laugh
I'm wondering
If I haven't been aware for what might be
The only chance that I ever get to experience this
Bittersweet
Harmony of love and tragedy
That makes me human
And temporarily real
So I can temporarily feel
Alive
Alive

Sifting through memories of misery (Sifting through memories of misery)
And drifting through fading dreams (And drifting through fading dreams of who I could be)
So I can find who I was (And wishing that I had been paying attention to)
And explain who I am (Anything at all)
But I can't remember (Sifting through memories of misery)
What's unforgettable (And drifting through fading dreams of who I could be)
Wish I'd remember (And wishing that I had been paying attention to)
Anything at all