I thought by now I’d be someone With a skyline view and a headline name But I’m still stuck in my hometown Like the clock hands never changed Got a drawer full of maps with no mileage Like a suitcase with no stamp or scene My goals keep growing gray hairs And time will soon be running out on me Everyone's racing like they’re born with a finish line But I’m pacing circles, still waiting for my starting sign My dreams are older than me Outliving every version I swore I’d be They’re like ghosts sitting right beside me Singing “What are you waiting for?” My dreams are older than me I’m not done — but I don't have too much time left in me If hope grows wrinkles, let it Because I’m not giving up the edit I scroll through perfect strangers Living lives like movie scenes And I’m stuck on pause in the trailer While they’re rolling through the final theme Got advice from people who settled “Play it safe, just pay the fee” But I'd rather fail while flying Than succeed without being me Maybe the timeline’s broken Or maybe it never existed I’m done measuring my worth With trophies I never requested My dreams are older than me… What if the late bloom burns the brightest? What if the biggest leap’s the slightest? What if the deadline’s just a myth we made To feel like we belong? What if the story isn’t over Till we choose the final verse is sung? What if the slowest blooming flowers Are the ones that live the longest? My dreams are older than me But I swear they’ll never die quietly If the world won’t hand me lightning I’ll build my own electricity My dreams are older than me And I’m done asking history for a key If hope grows wrinkles, let it Because I’m not finished yet — not yet
