Finding Common Ground - People of a Certain Disposition

No one ever tells you when you're older
That you'll miss the fears you had when you were younger
Instead you're scared to walk out your front door
Not sure what you were worried for
They never tell you when you're older

I miss counting cracks in the concrete
My footsteps could fracture the distance between
Old haunts, chain link, and bad dreams

No one ever tells you when you're older
That you'll miss the fears you had when you were younger
Instead you're scared to walk out your front door
Not sure what you were worried for
They never tell you when you're older

Keeping pace with a broken teenage heart
Forced to see the same people every day
Dragging memories through beer stained basements and bars
Nostalgic in the worst way
Now we self-medicate to fall asleep
Work 9-5, pay for the lives we lead
Suburban shells get stagnant while we
Turn brittle with the leaves

No one ever tells you when you're older
That you'll miss the fears you had when you were younger
Instead you're scared to walk out your front door
Not sure what you were worried for
They never tell you when you're older

As a kid I wrote letters
To myself in the future
Some kind of pagan prayer for better weather
But the truth is
Those fears that we grew up with
Never left us
The asphalt and the sprawl our inheritance
I guess we're still waiting for the clouds to lift
Trying to understand how big the world can get
Old friend, I'm proud of the steps we take
It's okay, be proud of the paper commitments we all make

Written by:
Ethan Wallace, Jonny Cap, Mackenzie Broadhurst, Patrick Saal

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