Sickledot (Outro)
Yeah
I won't lie, kinda feels like my talents are misaligned
Yeah these roadblocks got me reminiscing bout the times
I'd create for forty-eighty weeks straight
Without worrying about what anybody else had to say
So I tried to keep every single thought inside
But now I got these questions echoing in my mind
I wonder if I'll have'em til the day that I die
And maybe no one's got the answers, but I might as well try, yeah
Why can I only have any two, but not all three?
Is there somehow not a balance between?
Who am I meant to be? Will I make it to the City of the Queen?
Will it bring me to the girl who sat with me inside a dream?
Am I promised a future forever?
Will there ever be someone who wants to read all my letters?
Should I keep my head down til God says that I met her?
If I try to pull the trigger will I one day regret her?
Or will I be the man who married the robot?
Should I tell'em that I'm fine or should I say that I'm so lost?
Do I even want to know God? or do I just want to escape?
Am I fine with barely squeezing through the Narrowgate?
Did I really go and peak as a high school upperclassmen?
Are all of my best days in the past tense?
No, will I ever feel the way that I did back then?
Or is everything I'm hoping for just never gonna happen?
Will I take the train to Clarksville? Will I ever chase daylight?
Will I make it to the carousel? Will I get to say I
Do I need to fear who might come out of the woodwork?
Will I ever see the payoff of the good hurt?
Will they listen to sixteen whole songs in a row?
If I make this record right will I blow?
Will I really get to finish everything I begin?
What if I only had two weeks to live?
Yeah
I'm recording this so you can hear my actual voice say it, but, it's okay
And even when it doesn't feel okay, it's okay, and you're going to be okay
You can be a complete failure and drop out out of college
And completely not know what you're doing with you're life, and it's okay
Need I remind you, you are... how old are you? You're nineteen?
Yeah I think that's right. It's literally okay
And, you're not a failure because you failed at something
Like, you're living, you're human. You doing it, you're doing it
You're living life, and life is really hard right now and that's okay
And it might feel familiar other things that have happened but like it's okay
I don't even know what I'm now
But like
You're okay
I won't lie, kinda feels like my talents are misaligned
Yeah these roadblocks got me reminiscing bout the times
I'd create for forty-eighty weeks straight
Without worrying about what anybody else had to say
So I tried to keep every single thought inside
But now I got these questions echoing in my mind
I wonder if I'll have'em til the day that I die
And maybe no one's got the answers, but I might as well try, yeah
Why can I only have any two, but not all three?
Is there somehow not a balance between?
Who am I meant to be? Will I make it to the City of the Queen?
Will it bring me to the girl who sat with me inside a dream?
Am I promised a future forever?
Will there ever be someone who wants to read all my letters?
Should I keep my head down til God says that I met her?
If I try to pull the trigger will I one day regret her?
Or will I be the man who married the robot?
Should I tell'em that I'm fine or should I say that I'm so lost?
Do I even want to know God? or do I just want to escape?
Am I fine with barely squeezing through the Narrowgate?
Did I really go and peak as a high school upperclassmen?
Are all of my best days in the past tense?
No, will I ever feel the way that I did back then?
Or is everything I'm hoping for just never gonna happen?
Will I take the train to Clarksville? Will I ever chase daylight?
Will I make it to the carousel? Will I get to say I
Do I need to fear who might come out of the woodwork?
Will I ever see the payoff of the good hurt?
Will they listen to sixteen whole songs in a row?
If I make this record right will I blow?
Will I really get to finish everything I begin?
What if I only had two weeks to live?
Yeah
I'm recording this so you can hear my actual voice say it, but, it's okay
And even when it doesn't feel okay, it's okay, and you're going to be okay
You can be a complete failure and drop out out of college
And completely not know what you're doing with you're life, and it's okay
Need I remind you, you are... how old are you? You're nineteen?
Yeah I think that's right. It's literally okay
And, you're not a failure because you failed at something
Like, you're living, you're human. You doing it, you're doing it
You're living life, and life is really hard right now and that's okay
And it might feel familiar other things that have happened but like it's okay
I don't even know what I'm now
But like
You're okay
Credits
Writer(s): Stuart Clark
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