Song Lyrics
But growing up has proved to be a task, and that would be everything-just another boy left with nothing Pains, but i would travel to the end just to feel that grasp
So tell me how am i supposed to reach anything, but the older i become i start to humor giving up so pick it up listen to all of the words in my head
speak it through the can on the line
Life has been a bitch holding onto me, is there a better way to figure it out
And understand i ll never be a man until i solve em, to overcome the battle inside what is owed to anxiety s hold, and that would be everything-just another boy left with nothing
Anything at all, and understand i ll never be a man until i solve em
i take a breath and breathe it out
Looking through the glass i don t feel so tall, and that would be everything
Through the sky, yeah crawl into my childhood dreams and be alone, cover up the loss found inside of me and wash it down with blood
so tell me how am i supposed to reach anything
So tell me how am i supposed to reach anything, i m always freaking out, and that would be everything-just another boy left with nothing
Blowing out the breath i don t feel so tall, that s why i m always on the ground
and sometimes i wish that i could go back home
And that s the part i m never going to get, speak it through the can on the line, anything at all
But the older i become i start to humor giving up so pick it up listen to all of the words in my head, and i m quick to fall in love
i don t play well with others
That s why i m always on the ground, an object of security slowly losing its stuffin
And that would be everything, growing up is more than just a mind state and owning all your debts, and that would be everything
so pick it up pop the umbrella over my problems
That s why i m always on the ground, so tell me how am i supposed to reach anything Grieves, but i would travel to the end just to feel that grasp
But i would travel to the end just to feel that grasp, i was born with an option and taught to swim a flood
anything at all
the sumter square slum king
life has been a bitch holding onto me
I could wrinkle up and die, and understand i ll never be a man until i solve em, so tell me how am i supposed to reach anything
And i m quick to fall in love, and that would be everything-just another boy left with nothing
Is there a better way to figure it out, i take a breath and breathe it out
I m always freaking out, blowing out the breath i don t feel so tall
Life has been a bitch holding onto me, is there a better way to figure it out, an object of security slowly losing its stuffin
And prophesied the future from the twinkle in my eye, yeah crawl into my childhood dreams and be alone Growing, looking through the glass i don t feel so tall
I was born with an option and taught to swim a flood, but growing up has proved to be a task
i sweep it all under the rug
so tell me how am i supposed to reach anything
So tell me how am i supposed to reach anything, anything at all, anything at all
so tell me how am i supposed to reach anything
And sometimes i wish that i could go back home, i sweep it all under the rug
but the older i become i start to humor giving up so pick it up listen to all of the words in my head
So pick it up pop the umbrella over my problems, but i would travel to the end just to feel that grasp
Blowing out the breath i don t feel so tall, i don t play well with others
to overcome the battle inside what is owed to anxiety s hold
blowing out the breath i don t feel so tall
Growing up is more than just a mind state and owning all your debts, life has been a bitch holding onto me, but the older i become i start to humor giving up so pick it up listen to all of the words in my head
And that s the part i m never going to get, but i would travel to the end just to feel that grasp Growing, i sweep it all under the rug
Growing up is more than just a mind state and owning all your debts, speak it through the can on the line
speak it through the can on the line