Old Bones

The wind is fucking up my hair,
 Been watching clouds go by for hours.
 Standing on the weathered dock,
 Thinking of the times and what they cost me.
 But was I ready
 To turn my back and run
 Into the setting sun?
 I don't wanna grow old.
 Sweet dreams,
 I've been sold.
 Opportunities passed me on my way back,
 Life's moving too fast.
 Different cities through the glass.
 All my struggles are captured
 In these photographs.
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 Faces in a crowded room
 In my silence, I'm consumed.
 They shake my hand and strike a pose
 Posting memories so I'll know
 That I was once known.
 But when the moon is low,
 Why do I feel so damn alone?
 I don't wanna grow old.
 Sweet dreams,
 I've been sold.
 Opportunities passed me on my way back,
 Life's moving too fast.
 Different cities through the glass.
 All my struggles are captured
 In these photographs.
 I did what's best for me
 With some uncertainty.
 I climbed a mountain
 To embrace the things I couldn't see.
 Always been clear to me
 Just who I wanna be.
 So far from chasin dreams,
 Cause greatness comes to
 Those who never sleep.
 I don't wanna grow old.
 Sweet dreams,
 I've been sold.
 Opportunities passed me on my way back,
 Life's moving too fast.
 Different cities through the glass.
 All my struggles are captured
 In these photographs.
 I don't wanna grow old.
 Sweet dreams,
 I've been sold.
 Opportunities passed me on my way back,
 Life's moving too fast.
 Different cities through the glass.
 All my struggles are captured
 In these photographs.
 I don't wanna grow old.
 Sweet dreams,
 I've been sold.
 Opportunities passed me on my way back home.