It's been since I was five years old
I wanted to write a song of my own
Dad told me, better get your degree
Or you're gonna starve be without a home
I don't wanna learn, I don't wanna grow up
I wanna put that on the shelf
It doesn't seem right to me
Am I even myself, I can't tell
I'm taking walks, I'm skipping stones
Out in the autumn cold
With each a step a splash
Upon the ground riddled with holes
I've got the skills
I've got the pieces to the puzzle
I can't arrange them to fit inside the puzzle
Time is running out
Clock's ticking like a thorn
And I don't see the point to this
I'm just so torn
I'm eighteen, out of high school
And I'm on my way to getting that degree
I don't feel like this college scheme is gonna make me any money
A few more years in a musty dorm room
And then I'll be set free
An arm and a leg seems what it's worth to me
In all honesty
Time is running out
Clock's ticking like a thorn
And I don't see the point to this
I'm just so torn
Forgot how to set up a life plan
It's not like I'm doing the worst that I can
I'm about to stall and crash like my old van
And my songs are the only thing I have
Forgot how to set up a life plan
It's not like I'm doing the worst that I can
I'm about to stall and crash like my old van
And my songs are the only thing I have
Now I'm twenty-five years old
My songs are buried under my books
It looks I've got no place to see
The melodies and all the hooks
I still haven't learned, and I haven't grown up
I guess the music isn't gone
I'm still hearing melodies inside of my head
I'm still drawn