[Verse 1] Still think about those stupid fights, I’m kicking myself today, Yelling at my younger self like, “Hit back once, don’t walk away!” Maybe if I took that hit and learned to stand back up, I’d have the guts to face the pain instead of running from stuff. Wonder ‘bout the things I missed, too eager just to grow, Now my baggage packed up tight, but still I don’t look bold. Hear the pastor yelling still, like I’d been that little punk, If I knew back then what I know now, that talk would’ve ended sunk. [Chorus] Built this box of memories, They say it’s called a time machine. But lately I’ve been wondering — Who cares what demons think of me? [Verse 2] Back again, my mind still goes, stuck on past regrets, I thought I had taken care of those, but nope, they still charge rent. History repeats itself, and I’m staring at my phone, Wondering how the heck it ended on that note. Then again, the months go on, I’m sleeping through the nights, But that’s ’cause all my dreams are filled with haunting, vivid sights. Hate to think it all had to happen to make me who I am, But once I step into that time machine, I take control again. [Verse 3] Looking back at my younger self and seeing how he felt, I realize now the fear I face — yeah, he was scared as hell. Didn’t understand why he had to nod and take it, Beating after beating for mistakes he hadn’t made yet. I could take this time machine and change a thing or two, Travel back a little while to advise on what to do. But even then, I’d shake my head, and little me might say, “Ain’t about the pain right now, but what we’ll be someday.” [Bridge] Every now and then I twist some dials, hear that time machine start hummin’, Lean back in my chair, watch the reel — yeah, eleven keeps on runnin’. Tears back then, I laugh a bit, knowin’ worse was still to come, But deep inside I’m proud as hell of the man that we become. [Outro] I’ve been runnin’ from my past, but now I face it when it comes, Ain’t afraid to spin that dial and see what I’ve become. Can’t erase the pain I’ve seen, but I can own the scene, Guess the truth is — I don’t need no time machine.
