Writing and calluses
They symbolize all of this
All that I am
The only thing I'll ever be
But all of these calluses
Have been replaced by healthy skin
From the time that I've lost
If I got some back
It would be like Christmas in October for me
We sit around and talk about old times before we grew up and changed
We settle down I wish we could rewind the timelines
Cause I feel like nothing today and I feel like
Maybe these calluses will grow back
Maybe I'll start to forget what was wrong with the world
Maybe these calluses will grow back
I don't want to start to forget what I could have been
When I was a little kid
I thought about losing my grip
On everything else
I've gotten that wish
And I've gotten so sick
Of all of these distractions
They determine the other part of me
The necessities are getting so boring
And I know that I've lost my grip
We sit around and talk about old times before we grew up and changed
We settle down I wish we could rewind the timelines
Cause I feel like nothing today and I feel like
Maybe these calluses will grow back
Maybe I'll start to forget what was wrong with the world
Maybe these calluses will grow back
I don't want to start to forget what I could have been