Time
False Serenity
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(I don't wanna be 20-something And still in my head about 17 in my bedroom talking You said that by now, we'd Paint the walls of our shared apartment You're still everything I want and I think we could work it out So what are you doing now?) Breathe in, breathe out Breathe in, breathe out Breathe in, breathe out Breathe in, breathe out I'm talking to my mirror but he won't answer I just wanna' work this out without the banter And get to business because I'm not a kid anymore I'm almost an adult but still, I just sit on the floor And lie here in paralyzed fear that all of my peers Will live life cheered and I'll be stuck chasing my dreams until I die here I just wanna live life clear And not be stuck workin' a nine to five that I'm not happy with Whether fryin' fries or sittin' behind a desk while I divide by pi I'd rather get into a car crash and die inside Because then my life would have as much meaning As sitting in my bed all day and doing nothing Besides waitin' on my ride to pick me up and bring me to a F*ck, sorry for being cynical It's just that I don't wanna be 20-something And still in my head about 17 in my bedroom talking I thought that by now I'd have worked out what I want accomplished Before I land in my coffin I think I could work this out But I just need time I don't wanna be 20-something And still in my head about 17 in my bedroom talking I thought that by now I'd have worked out what I want accomplished Before I land in my coffin I think I could work this out But I just need time But that's the scary part, it's I ain't got time I've had to pretend that I'm ok when I'm not fine Juggling school work and a job, My friends, my mental health has got me Googling a hotline I'm being pressured by everybody around me To figure out if I'm going in state, out, or county But how the f*ck would I know? All I know's if you doubt me, don't be surprised if I flip out Because I'm still right where you found me in the seventh grade The fucking man of the class There ain't no bandage or cast that could heal the damage I had But I got a pen and a pad and somehow managed to grab And bottle all of my anger then fuckin' cannon it back And I still am and I'm mad This is the best shit I've written, mixed with this excellent mixin' Right now, I'm setting this shit and tellin' you all how it's gon' be I'll give you records and then you'll give me respect and big checks Because I'm done settlin' for this shit. 'Cause I'm not gonna be 20-something And still in my head about 17 in my bedroom talking I thought that by now I'd have worked out what I want accomplished Before I land in my coffin I think I could work this out But I just need time Breathe in, breathe out Breathe in, breathe out Breathe in, breathe out Breathe in, breathe out (I don't wanna be 20-something And still in my head about 17 in my bedroom talking You said that by now, we'd Paint the walls of our shared apartment You're still everything I want and I think we could work it out So what are you doing now?)
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