At Twenty

I've been trying to quantify my own progress
From stages of adolescence to false pretences
But I only yearn for peace in present tense
Don't want to feel beaten by my ideal success

It's the same gnawing away
In short, I'm not as used to myself as I thought
Not as in tune with the lies I once bought

I'm less frightened, I've been thriving
Why would I be restless when I've been reviving?
Head and hands have separate motives
How can I be fragile when I've been so focused?

Somehow feeling as fragile as 17
But able to articulate what she means
A woman picking skin off her thumbs at 20
Who sees things with a little too much urgency

But its the same gnawing away
I ignored, but the harder I push back it comes forward
I'm not as used to myself as I thought

I'm less frightened, I've been thriving
Why would I be restless when I've been reviving?
Head and hands have separate motives
How can I be fragile when I've been so focused?

I'm less frightened, I've been thriving
Why would I be restless when I've been reviving?
Head and hands have separate motives
How can I be fragile when I've been so focused?



Credits
Writer(s): Austin Hinton, Madelaine Williams
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