Behind
I'm picking fights with the person I've been
Not always proud of who I've become
Not much glory to relive
Another decade of sucking my thumb
The lockdown in Jersey's just lovely
But the fight in my head is fucking ugly
Confronting all the faces I'm reluctant to see
Breaking mirrors in my house cuz they all look like me
A waste of the present to covet the past
Addiction and sadness, can't break through the glass
A future foreboding, dismay and disgust
Maybe the best is behind us
Commercials bumping throwback jams
Reminisce as the sand slips through our hands
Trying to sell us back the life we had
Why do the good times feel so bad
We're the children of tomorrow
But tomorrow is here
So we regress to simple memories
To repress our fear
Fear of moving forward
Disappointment and shame
But I learned my greatest lessons
Through my heaviest pain
A waste of the present to covet the past
Addiction and sadness, can't break through the glass
A future foreboding, dismay and disgust
Maybe the best is behind us
I'm tired of living in a waiting room
Not the way I wanted to be
I'm setting fire to the walls in this tomb
Let the explosion spit me out on the street
I'm tired of living in a waiting room
Not the way I wanted to be
I'm setting fire to the walls in this tomb
Let the explosion spit me out on the street
A waste of the present to covet the past
Addiction and sadness, can't break through the glass
A future foreboding, dismay and disgust
Maybe the best is behind us
Not always proud of who I've become
Not much glory to relive
Another decade of sucking my thumb
The lockdown in Jersey's just lovely
But the fight in my head is fucking ugly
Confronting all the faces I'm reluctant to see
Breaking mirrors in my house cuz they all look like me
A waste of the present to covet the past
Addiction and sadness, can't break through the glass
A future foreboding, dismay and disgust
Maybe the best is behind us
Commercials bumping throwback jams
Reminisce as the sand slips through our hands
Trying to sell us back the life we had
Why do the good times feel so bad
We're the children of tomorrow
But tomorrow is here
So we regress to simple memories
To repress our fear
Fear of moving forward
Disappointment and shame
But I learned my greatest lessons
Through my heaviest pain
A waste of the present to covet the past
Addiction and sadness, can't break through the glass
A future foreboding, dismay and disgust
Maybe the best is behind us
I'm tired of living in a waiting room
Not the way I wanted to be
I'm setting fire to the walls in this tomb
Let the explosion spit me out on the street
I'm tired of living in a waiting room
Not the way I wanted to be
I'm setting fire to the walls in this tomb
Let the explosion spit me out on the street
A waste of the present to covet the past
Addiction and sadness, can't break through the glass
A future foreboding, dismay and disgust
Maybe the best is behind us
Credits
Writer(s): Ryan Struck
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