Bry

Old Enough

Everyone I know has a simple tear for my final goodbye

People I haven't conversed with in years `and those who'd thought I'd died

But I'm not ready, I saw the world yesterday

and found I'm on a dot on a map

There's all this talk amongst us all of settling,

but I don't think I am ready for that

I know in a few months I'll take back this song and praise the new one that I love

But give her time and then she will be gone and I won't know what I was talking of

'Cos no-ones ready to love a problematic kid,

a schizophrenic mess from the start

One day he'll tell you that it's you who makes his world,

the next, he'll say you tore it apart

'Cos love and luck are similar

But we seem to need love just to get by

And I'm beginning to see

All the beauties of being alone, this time

But how long will it last?

I don't know

I don't know, ah ha oh

I don't think I'm old enough to crash

I don't think I'm ready for that