Getting Old

Head full of knowledge but I still fuck up

Say the wrong things and hurt the ones that I love

Try to embody all the words that I teach

But if there's blood on my hands can I still preach?

Wanna believe in peace but I still visualize violence

Wanna practice fire but I can't stand the silence

Trying to be better than I was the day before

But I keep slipping on the shit that I spilled on the floor

Take me anywhere but here and get me out of my own head

Put my face to the fire and then lay me in my bed

Let the smell of the smoke remind me that I am not alone

I'm just human

And I'm getting old

Just getting old

Just getting old

Just getting old

Wanna give myself grace but I got high expectations

For myself and those around me who now stand in formation

Looking at me like I'm supposed to have some answers

I said I'm shooting from the hip and I just shed my antlers

Sometimes my parents reach out and I don't reach back

I said it ain't on the calendar I can't keep track

Been to 25 states in like 22 days

I don't get lost on the road but in the songs that we play

Take me anywhere but here and get me out of my own head

Put my face to the fire and then lay me in my bed

Let the smell of the smoke remind me that I am not alone

I'm just human

And I'm getting old

Just getting old

Just getting old

Just getting old

Just getting old

Just getting old

Just getting old

Just getting old

Sometimes I'm higher than high

I connect beyond connection

Sometimes I'm singing while I think about my own defection

One of these days I'm gonna figure it all out

Does persistence still exist in a place without doubt?

Persistence still exists in a place without doubt

Take me anywhere but here and get me out of my own head

Put my face to the fire and then lay me in my bed

Let the smell of the smoke remind me that I am not alone