Now that I'm running out of time
In my late twenties
I find myself racing to find
Myself It's funny
While I'm looking backward the present slips away
I'm not the person that I thought I would be
I'm not the father he needs
I'm not the husband that she thought she married
I'm just a version of me
An emptier version
Life has a way of killing me
To simply live it
And if I never trade my soul
They'll make me give it
In a million pieces
In a million other ways
I'm not the person that I thought I would be
I'm not the father he needs
I'm not the husband she thought she married
I'm just a version of me
An emptier version
And if someday I do collapse
Beneath this crushing weight
A pile of abandoned dreams
Will I finally change
What will it take
What will it take
What will it take
When I'm not the person that I thought I would be
I'm not the father he needs
I'm not the person that I know I can be
I'm not the father they need
I'm not the husband she thought she married
I'm just a version of me
I'm just a version of
An insecure version of
An emptier version
In a million pieces
In a million other ways
In a million pieces
In a million other ways