The view from my window
Can't compare to what I know
I've left behind
And the air is thicker
Much colder than it was
Since I last saw you
But this time
I, I'm the one with
Freedom
I could fly on these fabricated
Reasons
Green at the tip
Red on the lips
Hands so blue I lose my grip
But what does it matter?
Purposely losing just one sock
So that I will never ever match
Even if I wanted to
I don't want to go out
I don't want to play
I just want to stay out
Of your way
Considered learning to knit
But that certain fix ain't it
I've got to find my nerves
Despite loss of chance
Still stagger to direct my glance
Away from what I need
So I've grown up into a man
And it's the first time that I'll make a stand
I don't care which side you're on
If I sound sad it's 'cause I am
But what you don't know is that this man
Is on. to. you.
I don't want to go out
I don't want to play
I just want to stay out
Of your way
I wanted nothing else
But satisfaction for once
Nothing I wouldn't do for you
That you wouldn't do for yourself
A year has passed and I still hope
That there is nothing left
When once I dreamed of what could be
Now I cut loose to save myself
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This song is about a year old, I just hadn't felt like it was done enough to post. I guess it is, it doesn't really matter how complete it is. My writing process has changed a lot and I have plenty of incomplete things I've written this past year. I hope I get around to them all.
I guess the most I'm willing to say about this song is that it is intentionally voicing the various immaturity that drags along with becoming an independent adult.
