When I was younger, I used to go home
On early mornings, and I guess I should know
Find myself back on these dirt paths
Sleepin' inside my first car
When I was younger, I used to isolate
And in the Magna, I felt I hadn't changed
And I slept funny, my spine got rearranged
I prefer backaches to heartaches
Now throw me in the deep end
And tell me if I sink or swim
And if you wait 'til the weekend
I'll tell you what I think of him
When I was younger, I liked the solitude
I'd spend the hours thinking what I'd say to you
A life well wasted, happy on the black stump
Before I met you, I missed you that much
Now throw me in the deep end
And tell me if I sink or swim
And wait until the weekend
And I'll tell you what I think of him
When I was younger, I used to reminisce
Misguided musings of teenager's omniscience
But now I'm guarded, or at least I like to think so
Because I started to notice things I don't know
And now that means that I always keep my distance
From expressing feelings, emotions or ambitions
And at times, I feel like I don't know what I'm missin'
But it keeps my head out the oven and the kitchen
I tell myself that I know it's not my fault that
My sense of self's as empty as the sole flats
I'm sorry, honey, I've started to think I know
That time and money is better spent alone
Now I won't say much but sometimes, when it rains, it pours
And I resort to idioms and metaphors
Before I fall, pack cathartically, completely
Can you please just hurry up and meet me in the middle?