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
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