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