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I've started to notice who I've started to be Someone who stays more often than leaves Who'll talk and laugh, not just at my phone A bit better at being alone Every year, it gets a little less true When I tell myself I've got nothing to lose I'm just scared right now of all that I have But I know it too will pass away Leaving clarity To help me rearrange my priorities Experiential knowledge of what I can change And what'll change me Or am I getting old? And just smart enough to know what I can't control But not enough not to try anyway, anyway I've got a question for whoever might know Is it by design life speeds up as it goes? So I send out a prayer, doesn't hurt much to ask Come on, let the good times last I'll wait for my maturity To help me redefine what makes me happy When all that's worth anything is who I've changed And who has changed me I know it's a cliché To give up on your dreams at a certain age But dreaming implies waking up someday, someday Through a crack in the shades I feel the light on my skin Thirty-three years I've been sleeping in But the room is so cold and my bed is so warm Think I'll dream a little more