Wanting to Say

June 29, 2010
I was an air-conditioned kid with a baseball bat
Sleeping in when I could
Either just tired or wide awake in bed
Thinking like I thought I should
I found my rock and roll
But school was honestly alright
And I read about the grown-up struggles
Blessed in warm-bedded youthful nights

I cried wanting to say more
Than what had already been said
But I was just surely feeling
What older souls surely did
I cried wanting to say more
Than what was only in my head
But everyone back home felt everything
That didn't need and couldn't be said

Well, I was seventeen in high school
When my junior year did end
And the older kids were moving out
So close to being my friends
I thought of them in my final class
Knowing they'd soon be gone for sure
Would doing it over again
Be worth to us any more


Well, now I'm moving on up
Now I'm moving on up
And I was always going to

Well, there's a house someone lives in
Where they feel nothing but a breeze
But there's a house I want to live in
Where you can't live for just a "please"
I want my questions and my time
Let me sing out until I'm screaming
Just let someone kill me
If one day I just stop dreaming


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