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I'm a young, young man
With delusions of age
It's not someone I became
I've just always been this way
If I keep on trying to be something more than that
Then I'll never have the chance to relax
I'm a lonely man
With a girl who's far away
That might sound a bit cliche
But I mean it when I say
That if I keep on trying to pretend that's not a fact
Then I'll never have a chance to relax
I'm an angry man
I feel useless all the time
I could bottle it away
And make believe that all is fine
But if I keep on holding on to putting on that act
Then I'll never have a chance to relax
Silent the corner-seat dinner for one
Heavy the build up of tar in the lungs
Dreams that my teeth will be falling out seven by one
I'm a missing screw
In a shelf that's falling down
At the time you need me most
You might find I'm not around
But I am always trying to be something more than that
So that we might have a chance to relax
Autor(es): Benjamin Longman
