People of a Certain Disposition
No one ever tells you when you're older
That you'll miss the fears you had when you were younger
Instead you're scared to walk out your front door
Not sure what you were worried for
They never tell you when you're older
I miss counting cracks in the concrete
My footsteps could fracture the distance between
Old haunts, chain link, and bad dreams
No one ever tells you when you're older
That you'll miss the fears you had when you were younger
Instead you're scared to walk out your front door
Not sure what you were worried for
They never tell you when you're older
Keeping pace with a broken teenage heart
Forced to see the same people every day
Dragging memories through beer stained basements and bars
Nostalgic in the worst way
Now we self-medicate to fall asleep
Work 9-5 pay for the lives we lead
Suburban shells get stagnant
While we turn brittle with the leaves
No one ever tells you when you're older
That you'll miss the fears you had when you were younger
Instead you're scared to walk out your front door
Not sure what you were worried for
They never tell you when you're older
As a kid I wrote letters
To myself in the future
Some kind of pagan prayer
For better weather
But the truth is
Those fears that we grew up with
Never left us
The asphalt and the sprawl
Our inheritance
Whoa, oh
I guess we're all waiting for the clouds to lift
Trying to understand how big the world can get
Old friend, I'm proud of the steps we take
It's okay, be proud of the paper commitments we all make
That you'll miss the fears you had when you were younger
Instead you're scared to walk out your front door
Not sure what you were worried for
They never tell you when you're older
I miss counting cracks in the concrete
My footsteps could fracture the distance between
Old haunts, chain link, and bad dreams
No one ever tells you when you're older
That you'll miss the fears you had when you were younger
Instead you're scared to walk out your front door
Not sure what you were worried for
They never tell you when you're older
Keeping pace with a broken teenage heart
Forced to see the same people every day
Dragging memories through beer stained basements and bars
Nostalgic in the worst way
Now we self-medicate to fall asleep
Work 9-5 pay for the lives we lead
Suburban shells get stagnant
While we turn brittle with the leaves
No one ever tells you when you're older
That you'll miss the fears you had when you were younger
Instead you're scared to walk out your front door
Not sure what you were worried for
They never tell you when you're older
As a kid I wrote letters
To myself in the future
Some kind of pagan prayer
For better weather
But the truth is
Those fears that we grew up with
Never left us
The asphalt and the sprawl
Our inheritance
Whoa, oh
I guess we're all waiting for the clouds to lift
Trying to understand how big the world can get
Old friend, I'm proud of the steps we take
It's okay, be proud of the paper commitments we all make
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Writer(s): Patrick Saal
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