Lyrics
To think I'm maybe too young to speak
To contemplate the idea that I might be too young to express myself
And then I'm maybe too raw to preach
Suggesting that I might lack the experience or refinement to preach
Too draft to think what lies beneath
Feeling uncertain and underdeveloped in understanding what lies beneath the surface
It's plain to see
Expressing a clear observation
Well, maybe it's too soon to leave
Considering the possibility that it's premature to depart
I should've stand up for another chance
Regretting not standing up for another opportunity
But sometimes I search for one thing
Expressing the tendency to search for one thing but find another
Discover another
Reflecting on moments of feeling mistaken
Many times I'd feel mistaken
Highlighting instances of attempting to remain unchanged
Many times I tried to stayed the same
Responding to a query about remembering with a plea to be held down and touched
And then you come around, and asked me
Pondering if one will be remembered at all
Hold me down fast, and touch me
Referring to a conversation about leaving; time seems to stand still, creating an empty period
Will you remember me at all?
Questioning the possibility of returning to a state of okayness
So we down to talked to leave you
Contemplating the era of constant change
Time will freeze, it's empty hour
Commenting on days being wasted and misused
Will I ever be okay again?
Reiterating the theme of an empty period, wondering if normalcy will return
Is this the age of constant change
Pondering the age characterized by continuous change
Another days wasted it's misused
Acknowledging the passage of time and its emptiness
Time will tell it's empty hour
Asking for guidance or assistance, perhaps from an older figure
Say the words my old man, I'm drying alone
Conveying efforts to stay in control
The more I tried, the more I lied
Admitting the difficulty in obtaining essential needs
Time, time after time
Expressing remorse and requesting understanding
When I need most of all your help
Inquiring about the limits of freedom
Sometimes I tried to stay in control
Encouraging another opportunity and a chance to rectify mistakes
Sometimes didn't get much of what I need
Suggesting the need for a place to rebuild and start anew
I'm sorry please let me know
Emphasizing the desire for a fresh start
How far you let me go
Repeating the plea for another chance
Give another time
Expressing a willingness to fix things
Another chance
Reiterating the need for another opportunity
A place to fix it up
Seeking a place or circumstance to repair and improve
Another one
Mentioning the desire for another chance
So we down to talked to leave you
Recalling a conversation about leaving; time seems to stand still, creating an empty period
Time will freeze, it's empty hour
Repeating the uncertainty about returning to normalcy
Will I ever be okay again?
Questioning the possibility of being okay again
Is this the age of constant change
Pondering the age characterized by continuous change
Another days wasted it's misused
Reflecting on days being wasted and misused
Time will tell. it's empty hour
Acknowledging the passage of time and its emptiness
Say the words my old man, I'm drying alone
Asking for guidance or assistance, perhaps from an older figure
The more I tried, the more I lied
Conveying efforts to stay in control
I guess I'm moving on
Expressing a sense of moving on
I guess I'm holding on forever
Indicating a commitment to hold on indefinitely
I'm shoulder on against the lone
Mentioning standing strong against loneliness
I guess I'm moving on
Reiterating a sense of moving forward
Wonder when did the time gone away
Pondering the disappearance of time
I guess I'm holding on forever on my own
Expressing a commitment to holding on forever independently
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