My dad at my age had a plan I’ve got a screen and a half-made man My dad at my age had a plan I’ve got a screen and a half-made man My dad at my age had a mortgage signed Ink on paper, dotted line Two-up, two-down, end-of-street Every brick where he could sleep Hands that knew what work was worth Steel-toe boots, back bent first Knew the weight of what things cost Knew the line between need and loss I’ve got tabs I never close Half a life in scrolling mode Every choice feels like a test Every road just splits again My dad at my age had a plan I’ve got a screen and a half-made man He built it up with both his hands I’m still deciding who I am My dad at my age stood still I’m running hard but standing still If this is freedom, tell me then Why I feel like less than him He met my mum, he didn’t doubt No second guess, no mapping out No “what if I just wait a year” No quiet voice I always hear I’ve got options like a curse Every door just makes it worse Too many ways to get it wrong Nowhere I feel I fully belong [Pre-Chorus 2] He had answers, black and white I see everything at once, all sides Every future plays in my head None of them feel settled yet [Chorus] My dad at my age had a plan I’ve got a screen and a half-made man He built it up with both his hands I’m still deciding who I am My dad at my age stood still I’m running hard but standing still If this is freedom, tell me then Why I feel like less than him Maybe he was scared like me Just never said it out loud Maybe silence built his world Maybe noise just tears mine down My dad at my age had a plan I’ve got a screen and a half-made man He built it up with both his hands I’m still deciding who I am My dad at my age stood still I’m running hard but standing still If this is freedom, tell me then Why I feel like less than— He had keys… I’ve got questions.
