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Childish Things
Singer/Songwriter
Childish Things was released on February 16, 2026 by 5 Guys Named Will as a part of the album Chisel and Polish - EP
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Release DateFebruary 16, 2026
Label5 Guys Named Will
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM151

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Will Provost
Will Provost
Lead Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Will Provost
Will Provost
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Will Provost
Will Provost
Producer

Lyrics

Unnoticed, unknown by name
A grown man playing a child's game
Of pictures of people, optical tricks
Paintbox colors, and the way they mix:
Yellow is young, a man on a mission
Roses and violets, and blue for ambition
White is hard muscle, and the stomach to flex it
Red is fire, and failure, and stop, and exit
Black is anonymous, filling out quotas,
And time slips by, unnoticed
Paintbox colors and the joy they bring --
Am I a lesser man, because I will not cast off
These childish things? Always putting me to shame
These childish things
These childish things -- but they seem to know my name
These childish things hold me
Bright eyes, strong hands
Gold for the treasure of someone who understands
Why we carve, and chisel and polish
Sacrifice skin so the surface is flawless
She's time management and muscular grace
Living her life like she's running a race
Losing her sense of what it's been worth
Green for new, and growing, and birth
The pattering sound down life's usual line
She's long on sympathy, and short on time
Green and gold, and we're sitting up late
Staggered that we finally need to contemplate
These childish things, always tugging on my coat
These childish things, I thought it was past, I haven't heard the last of
These childish things, now they're wrapped around my throat
These childish things hold me
Hold me
Green for birth, and for becoming
Running and stumbling, lunging, fumbling
But what to become, if life is a chase?
You need a brave face, you need a safe base
(Gaining a sense of her grace)
Gold for trust, a bond of believing
But what if defending feels like deceiving?
What if life is a trial, and you're always to blame?
You need to re-frame, you need a changed game
(Letting go of her pain)
But oh, the songs she sings!
Her sweeps and her scullers,
The joy she brings to her paintbox colors
Run in the rain, hitch up a swing
Never let go these childish things
Hold me
Hold me
Hold me
Written by: Will Provost
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