Every single bridge I've ever built has gotten burned,
Part of me still wants to just be happy making art.
Strange to make the key before you've even found the lock,
Negative reactions that are tearing me apart.
Waiting for the sun, to greet me in the morning,
And the feeling makes me wander around.
If nobody cared, I'd still be out there, trying to make them proud,
Why is he up there, raining on my cloud?
Waiting for the sun, to greet me in the morning,
And the feeling makes me wander around.
If nobody cared, I’d still be out there, trying to make them proud,
Why is he up there, raining on my cloud?
Once I told my mother that I want to be an artist,
Gave a funny look and she was trying not to laugh.
If nobody cared, I’d still be out there, trying to make them proud,
Why is he up there, raining on my cloud?
[Bridge (Dark and contemplative)]
Burned up all my bridges doing
what my body wanted.
Maybe what I wanted really
was a big mistake.
If I knew the answers
Before I knew the question.
Maybe I could find the lock
And pass on through the gates?