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Bounce for an Ounce Lyrics
- Genre:Rock
- Year of Release:2025
Lyrics
Painting pictures with my honeymoon memories
Out on the lawn dodging sprinklers in the evening
I am a product of my own worst habits
I appreciate the thought
But I know when I can't have it
I'm getting tired of sleeping on airplanes
I'm getting tired of pretending that I'm okay
Whatever happened to street light timers?
Whatever happened to never feeling tired?
Decompress or decompose—
Lacking composure is all that I know
Whatever happened to the classrooms and chasing dreams?
Whatever happened to the person that I want to be?
I am a product of my own worst habits
A fucking failure—at best I'm out of balance
Always lost without a cause
Dreaming in gold but I'm made out of bronze
Something's gotta give I feel it closing in
But then again my father's shadows living in my skin
A half-lit prophet on the edge of feeling something real
lost between the broken fragments that I can't reveal
When did the lights turn off at my grandparent's house?
Home from school I'd run down and shout
Wait on the porch while the door slowly opened
Now those days are gone and the windows are broken
Decompress or decompose—
Lacking composure is all that I know
Whatever happened to the classrooms and chasing dreams?
Whatever happened to the person that I want to be?
I am a product of my own worst habits
A fucking failure—at best I'm out of balance
Always lost without a cause
Dreaming in gold but I'm made out of bronze
I swear this year won't be the end of me
But I'm my own fucking enemy
I swear this year won't be the end of me
Broken bones are still weighing me down
I swear this year won't be the end of me
But I'm my own fucking enemy
I swear this year won't be the end of me
Broken bones are still weighing me down
Decompress or decompose—
Lacking composure is all that I know
Whatever happened to the classrooms and chasing dreams?
Whatever happened to the person that I want to be?
I am a product of my own worst habits
A fucking failure—at best I'm out of balance
Always lost without a cause
Dreaming in gold but I'm made out of bronze