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I grew up in the 90's at least that's what I tried |
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looking for ways to be satisfied |
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I went to San Diego to try out my luck |
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came back 12 months later and again I was stuck |
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I felt like a goldfish stuck in a bowl |
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I was waiting for something that I could control |
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after 2000 no longer a kid |
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the world didn't end but something else did |
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when my father takes off I'm already 19 |
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he wasn't as happy as I thought he seemed |
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if this is my screenplay I don't like my role |
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these are the things that you just can't control |
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although I feel a lot older I'm just 23 |
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if you're looking for answers don't come to me |
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instead of a future I've got a guitar |
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but dreaming out loud won't get me far |
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still I feel I'm ready for rock'n roll |
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there might be something that I can control |
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by the time I hit 30 I'll have enough |
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of being a twentysomething in love |
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my friends will all be married or they will be gone |
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me, I'll still be wondering what's going on |
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if that's what it takes then I'll sell my soul |
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as long as there's something that I can control |
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one day I'll wake up and I'll be 38 |
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doing the things I used to hate |
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the trick to forget the bigger picture is when |
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you look at everything in close-up as often as you can |
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our revolution is covered in mold |
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there's only so much you can control |
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this is no anthem because anthems are proud |
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and pride isn't something that this is about |
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I shouldn't care shouldn't care |
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but I do and that's sometimes too hard to bear |
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still walking the same road with my shoes full of holes |
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just waiting for something that we can control |
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if I ever reach 50 or 65 |
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too early to tell if I'll still be alive |
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we were born in the 80's and now we are here |
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my generation's dream will disappear |
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I'm at a graveyard passing the rows |
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a silent surrender we'll never get close |
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this is my story you swallowed it whole |
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about us feeling the need to be in control |
