Growing Pains
I'm a kid from Arizona sun, who lives his life out on the run
And questions everything he's taught in church My brain swings like a metronome
I scroll through couples on my phone They always make me think through my self-worth
She never gave me time of day I march right with the black parade
'Cause something about a trumpet drowns out pain
I blame my stupid heartbreak songs on everything that's going wrong
I think that's why my drummer hates my name
Sober hearts can't keep a beat Hurt too much to end my withdrawal
Packed my things and moved to Utah I like to think there's room for change
In all my growing pains
Wonder if my brother's out there I hate his death, it came out of nowhere
I miss him every day since I was 18
I sometimes drive to where he's buried He talks to me, says life's less scary
When you come to terms, you're left in grass and green
He whispers when I find my wife And find her in a dress of white
And build our little house upon a hill
To tell her that she's all I have She's all I want and all I am
And sing to her and make our time stand still
Sober hearts can't keep a beat Hurt too much to end my withdrawal
Packed my things and moved to Utah I like to think there's room for change
In all my growing pains
Funny how life gets you down I know that Jesus lives in New York towns
Sober hearts can't keep a beat Hurt too much to end my withdrawal
Packed my things and moved to Utah I like to think there's room for change
In all my growing pains
And questions everything he's taught in church My brain swings like a metronome
I scroll through couples on my phone They always make me think through my self-worth
She never gave me time of day I march right with the black parade
'Cause something about a trumpet drowns out pain
I blame my stupid heartbreak songs on everything that's going wrong
I think that's why my drummer hates my name
Sober hearts can't keep a beat Hurt too much to end my withdrawal
Packed my things and moved to Utah I like to think there's room for change
In all my growing pains
Wonder if my brother's out there I hate his death, it came out of nowhere
I miss him every day since I was 18
I sometimes drive to where he's buried He talks to me, says life's less scary
When you come to terms, you're left in grass and green
He whispers when I find my wife And find her in a dress of white
And build our little house upon a hill
To tell her that she's all I have She's all I want and all I am
And sing to her and make our time stand still
Sober hearts can't keep a beat Hurt too much to end my withdrawal
Packed my things and moved to Utah I like to think there's room for change
In all my growing pains
Funny how life gets you down I know that Jesus lives in New York towns
Sober hearts can't keep a beat Hurt too much to end my withdrawal
Packed my things and moved to Utah I like to think there's room for change
In all my growing pains
Credits
Writer(s): Aidan Barzee
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