Kept a steady pace when I should've ran
There were nights I stayed in bed when I should've called a friend instead
Older you get, the faster summers go.
Leave your doubt in the basement,
shake off your bones, the worry fades away.
Find yourself on the ledge again,
this time you're looking out instead of down.
Can't tuck yourself behind a setting sun.
There's road ahead, you've got the wheels,
and time and need to escape
from the demons in your basement,
but you don't always have to run away.
Start with the little things,
it's always the little things.
We all have little things,
so when you gonna focus on yourself?
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