[VERSE 1] Did you think you'd know yourself by now? Have a place, have a name, have your feet on the ground? Did you think the people you loved would stay? Still be beside you when you got to this place? Did you think you'd stop looking ahead? Waiting for the life that lived in your head? The right door, right road, right moment, right time? Waiting for tomorrow to finally feel like mine? I did too. [PRE-CHORUS] So how did we get here? One year at a time. One goodbye. One mistake. One more sleepless night. And somehow we're still here. [CHORUS] Tell me, are you behind? Is there somewhere you're supposed to be? Are you waiting for the moment when you finally become who you thought you'd be? What if you're not behind? What if there was never a finish line? What if this is it? The scars, the mess, the things that don't quite fit. What if you never had to find your life? What if you've been living it the whole damn time? [VERSE 2] Maybe you still keep things you don't need anymore. Old photographs hidden inside a drawer. Maybe there's a version of you that you miss. The one who believed life wouldn't look like this. Maybe you thought you'd be happier by now. Maybe you thought you'd have more figured out. Maybe you look at yourself and wonder when you stopped being who you were back then. But look at you. Still here. [BRIDGE] You wouldn't recognise yourself ten years ago. Maybe that's why you keep looking back so close. Trying to find the moment everything went wrong. Trying to find the place where you didn't belong. But maybe you didn't go wrong. Maybe you just changed. Some things had to end. Some people couldn't stay. Some dreams weren't yours to keep anyway. And maybe the person you thought you'd become was never meant to exist. [BREAKDOWN] You don't have to know. You don't have to have the answers. You don't have to make every scar mean something. Some things hurt. Some things stay. You can still wake up. You can still move. You can still become someone you haven't met yet. [FINAL CHORUS] So if you're still waiting for your real life to begin, look around. You're already in it. These are your years. These are your nights. These are the things you survived. You didn't miss it. You didn't fall behind. You were here. You were becoming. Maybe the future you kept waiting for was never somewhere ahead. Maybe it was you all along.
