Introvertebrae

Introvertebrae Here's a song about being young I should've done all the things But I only did some Here's a song about being old Nobody was buying Some souls never get sold I want to write about Want to sing about All of my fears Don't know if they'll come true Or disappear Here's a song about being heard I tried to tell a story Before I knew the words Here's a song about being more But I'd give up all my dreams Just to listen to yours We are all unfinished art in a dark corner