Open the curtains, this is where it all begins
A vulnerable story, some of mine, some of friends, and some just pretend
You’re gonna learn the things that swirl the head of a juvenile boy
An attempt to capture apprehension in the form of reverberating waves
Life is moving a little faster than we thought
Going through the motions to impress the friends we’ve got
Ironic how we bother with the ones who always seem to tear us down
In the back of our mind wondering how long they’ll stick around