Written: 1999
Lyrics:
I’ve never been hard to read
I wear my heart on my sleeve
My smile’s never been too good of a crutch
My eyes give away too much
Up to the ceiling they stare
I feel them getting heavy
I know it’s time to sleep but I’m not ready
Oh I, I don’t want to be the one
Who looks back when he’s older
On all the things that he could’ve done
And I don’t want to be, I don’t want to be the kind
Who sits back in the shadows and watches all the others shine
Some people let their worlds go gray
And fill their walls with bad clichés
They keep their old pictures hid
And reminisce more than they live
And when they hear an old radio song
They turn it up and sing along
They know the words, but all the passion’s gone
When I stand up under the weight, I feel it getting heavy
I know it’s time to stop, but I’m not ready
Some of the saddest people I’ve seen
Never quite grew out of their teens
23, isn’t it difficult?
Cause who really wants to be an adult?
