Play Your Old Stuff

Speak up My ears are growing weary I'll sing this to the end And watch the waves crash over me Time to turn it all around Stick figure illustration My eyes roll back and focus what's Ahead I can still stand if you lend the hand to Brace me I'll take

Maybe we, why don't we sit right here for half an hour? We'll speak of what a waste I am, and how we missed your beat again! I swear we need to find some comfort in this run down place To bridge the gap of this conscious state that we live in And I'm

you always amazed me but that's the past you always amazed me but that's the past i kept silent and it rained for days my insides were drenched but i guess that's the part of growing up i never wanted to learn ( wanted to learn) and i grew into the m