Young girls envy the life ya’ll leading, never satisfied with a nice calm evening,
But you say don’t bother me with all of your reality.
Maybe, just maybe life would be everything we wanted it to be.
Feels like I’m standing in a timeless dream.
I’d just like to hear your voice and pretend to touch any inch of you that hasn’t said it all or read it all or sung my life away,
I’m learning to be brave with my beautiful mistakes.

You live for the fight when it’s all that you’ve got,
breathe for tomorrow because there’s no hope for today.
You let the rain push you away and now you’re drowning in the waves.

And as we float emotion starts to die, we need to find a way to keep our desires alive.
We see what’s up ahead, why do we stay?
This invasion makes me feel worthless, hopeless, sick;
I guess that’s what I should get for crawling back at your feet.

Famous-sounding words make your head feel light,
you cry until you laugh, and everyone must breathe until their dying breath.
And you’re scared to accept someone to share your regrets.
It’s hard to breathe when you’re standing on your own.

I’m older now; I won’t sit here never making a sound,
so take my nervous hands then we could take a stand, we don’t have to live by their demands.