Untitled (Thursday Night Radio)

The party
Was lame
I'll get my stuff and head back home

Somewhere out there
I know there's a place I belong

It's so easy to get yourself all up in arms

If you don't like the way you're living
Day to day
Maybe all you need is a change of pace
When the weight of the world is like
A shoulder length for life
Give it some time
To grow out
Instead
Of needing answers

But I think there's a point
Where you start trying
And I think there's a point
Where you stop crying

There's a whole lot of world left to see
So hold on
There's a whole lot of world left to see
So hold on
There's a whole lot of world left to see
So hold on
There's a whole lot of world left to see
So hold on
Hold on
Hold on
Hold on



Credits
Writer(s): Hunter Bell
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