Hey, younger version of myself
I've fallen down and I think I need your help
You said by now we'd have a plan
But I still haven't figured it out
You swore we'd always stay that way
If you could see me now, what would you say?
I've become a slave to this routine
And I've given up on all my dreams
All my days have fallen from the pedestals where I thought they'd be placed
And all my life if spent running from the proper to the foolish path
But I never end up learning from the past
I miss my friends and long walks home
And, every weekend, another punk rock show
We had the dreams of old-time settlers
Ambitious, fearless and relentless
You said, "don't do the things
That hold you back or compromise you"
You said, "follow your dreams
And leave the failures of the past behind you"
All my days have fallen from the pedestals where I thought they'd be placed
And all my life is spent running from the proper to the foolish path
But I never end up learning from the past
I've seen the waves
Crash down on shores and fade away
And I've seen the waste
As we slave our lives and fade away
But this old, decayed
Memory of my younger self would say
"If things need to change
Then maybe we shouldn't be afraid"
Hey, younger version of myself
I've fallen down and I think I need your help
I've seen the world and sailed its seas
The world either ignored or it didn't see me
I could be so much more than this
And I've still got so much more to live
All my days have fallen from the pedestals where I thought they'd be placed
And all my life is spent running from the proper to the foolish path
But I never end up learning from the past
I never end up learning from the past
I never end up learning from the past