That Sound
As parting water curls around my arms
Still compensating for the current’s draw
And the years that I turn end up more than I can afford
And I don’t want to be that
I don’t want to repeat that now
And I don’t want to hear that sound
Still haven’t found the one to slow you down
But plenty to be positive about
Cause the dirt under nails is the sign that you’ve explored
And I don’t want to be that
I don’t want to repeat that now
And I don’t want to hear that sound
And I don’t want to hear that
I don’t want to go near that now
And I don’t want to be that sound