People of a Certain Disposition

No one ever tells you when you're older That you'll miss the fears you had when you were younger Instead you're scared to walk out your front door Not sure what you were worried for They never tell you when you're older I miss counting cracks in the concrete My footsteps could fracture the distance between Old haunts, chain link, and bad dreams No one ever tells you when you're older That you'll miss the fears you had when you were younger Instead you're scared to walk out your front door Not sure what you were worried for They never tell you when you're older Keeping pace with a broken teenage heart Forced to see the same people every day Dragging memories through beer stained basements and bars Nostalgic in the worst way Now we self-medicate to fall asleep Work 9-5 pay for the lives we lead Suburban shells get stagnant While we turn brittle with the leaves No one ever tells you when you're older That you'll miss the fears you had when you were younger Instead you're scared to walk out your front door Not sure what you were worried for They never tell you when you're older As a kid I wrote letters To myself in the future Some kind of pagan prayer For better weather But the truth is Those fears that we grew up with Never left us The asphalt and the sprawl Our inheritance Whoa, oh I guess we're all waiting for the clouds to lift Trying to understand how big the world can get Old friend, I'm proud of the steps we take It's okay, be proud of the paper commitments we all make