I Am All Grown Up.

I can’t stand in the line of your fire.
If I’m gonna burn forever, I might just stop the denial.
I’m not a perfect man, let’s let the healing begin.
I can’t rest my weary head when I know I’m not getting in.

I’m giving in, to a love that’s sustained.
All the brokenness inside of me has turned into shame.
I’m giving in, to depravity’s draw.
If you wanna conquer me then you have got to think small.

What now, is it that we are thinking?
If the world is gonna burn then we should all try to shrink it.
What now, is it that’s gone to your head?
If we’re gonna live forever why are we all feeling dead?

I don’t know, what tomorrow will bring.
Truth is, I’m feeling less like I’m ready.
I don’t know, what we all have in store.
So in the meantime let’s use love like it’s a revolving door.