Still young

Morning’s at the window, but I’m pulling down the shades
Counting up the years while the glitter starts to fade
My friends are buying houses, they’re talking 'bout the rates
I’m still checking guest lists and showing up too late
There’s a suit inside the closet that I never learned to wear
I’d rather have the strobe lights hitting messy hair
Caught in the neon pulse, but it’s vibrating different The clock is ticking louder, but I don’t want to listen One more "one more," let the bass take control
Before the heavy reality swallows my soul
Oh-oh, I know I should be heading home
Oh-oh, but I’m terrified to be alone
Silver on my temples, but the sneakers stay the same Playing at a life that’s becoming like a game I see the exit sign, it’s glowing bright and red "Grow up, get out," is what the whispers in me said But the rhythm is a lifeline, the floor is solid ground In a world of expectations, I’m safer in the sound Caught in the neon pulse, but it’s vibrating different The clock is ticking louder, but I don’t want to listen One more "one more," let the bass take control Before the heavy reality swallows my soul Oh-oh, I know I should be heading home

pop, pop rock, drum and bass