For The Ones That Feel So Grown
Ponder
Is my story worth telling if it's not like theirs?
When those types of thoughts start, I put a stop right there
I got no story of badness
Only stories of sadness
I overthink to understand
That's not a life for the lad
Messed me up with the thinking
I'll make do with the cards that I've been dealt
But did I pick a pack and choose the dealer myself
Things work out for the better
Doing my best is getting harder than ever but I'll survive
The life of an artist who makes art for art's sake
My work doesn't look like I work hard
Because I work a lot to look at perfection and then discard it
There's nothing perfect
There are only decisions that went right and decisions that went wrong
I don't want to treat my shortcomings like the final straw anymore
But how do I say sorry when I've been distancing for years
I don't care what they think and maybe I should've gotten here sooner
I am a crooner
A balloon aloft in the airways could take me to the moon
A little house there on the prairie under stars
I'm singing tunes for you
I'm not one to say I'm wrong
But nobody ever asked me what was going on anyway
Do I owe an apology
I'll just work on me and if we meet again, we meet again
But I'm done with suspicions and thinking that all I do is wrong
I need a rest
I'm sorry that this piece was long
Or am I
Is my story worth telling if it's not like theirs?
When those types of thoughts start, I put a stop right there
I got no story of badness
Only stories of sadness
I overthink to understand
That's not a life for the lad
Messed me up with the thinking
I'll make do with the cards that I've been dealt
But did I pick a pack and choose the dealer myself
Things work out for the better
Doing my best is getting harder than ever but I'll survive
The life of an artist who makes art for art's sake
My work doesn't look like I work hard
Because I work a lot to look at perfection and then discard it
There's nothing perfect
There are only decisions that went right and decisions that went wrong
I don't want to treat my shortcomings like the final straw anymore
But how do I say sorry when I've been distancing for years
I don't care what they think and maybe I should've gotten here sooner
I am a crooner
A balloon aloft in the airways could take me to the moon
A little house there on the prairie under stars
I'm singing tunes for you
I'm not one to say I'm wrong
But nobody ever asked me what was going on anyway
Do I owe an apology
I'll just work on me and if we meet again, we meet again
But I'm done with suspicions and thinking that all I do is wrong
I need a rest
I'm sorry that this piece was long
Or am I
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Writer(s): Dylan Christon Lowe, Joe Eugene Joseph
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