On How It's Made
A spoon or aero plane
There's always something new that i'm learning
But not today
With change I hesitate
I treat unwanted thoughts like a burden
If only I knew how to reason
Grow with the change of the season
Holding myself back from tears
Holding myself up to mirrors
I keep a list
Of all the friends i miss
And all the ways i'd stop it from growing
But life's a fist
You swing too much you'll miss
The point of all of it wasn't showing
If only I knew how to reason
Grow with the change of the season
Holding myself back from tears
Holding myself up to mirrors
If only I knew how to reason
Grow with the change of the season
Holding myself back from tears
Holding myself up to mirrors
Fallings a trip
And getting ups the bit
That i can't seem to do
Just yet