old bones

the wind is fucking up my hair, been watching clouds go by for hours. standing on the weathered dock, thinking of the times and what they cost me. but was i ready, to turn my back and run, into the setting sun?, i don't wanna grow old. sweet dreams, i've been sold. opportunities passed me on my way back, life's moving too fast. different cities through the glass. all my struggles are captured, in these photographs. faces in a crowded room, in my silence, i'm consumed. they shake my hand and strike a pose, posting memories so i'll know, that i was once known. but when the moon is low, why do i feel so damn alone?, i don't wanna grow old. sweet dreams, i've been sold. opportunities passed me on my way back, life's moving too fast. different cities through the glass. all my struggles are captured, in these photographs. i did what's best for me, with some uncertainty. i climbed a mountain, to embrace the things i couldn't see. always been clear to me, just who i wanna be. so far from chasin dreams, cause greatness comes to, those who never sleep. i don't wanna grow old. sweet dreams, i've been sold. opportunities passed me on my way back, life's moving too fast. different cities through the glass. all my struggles are captured, in these photographs. i don't wanna grow old. sweet dreams, i've been sold. opportunities passed me on my way back, life's moving too fast. different cities through the glass. all my struggles are captured, in these photographs. i don't wanna grow old. sweet dreams, i've been sold. opportunities passed me on my way back home.