Old, Old, Old Lyrics

Try to meet me up on that mountain somethings
Telling me I shouldn't go up there
Calling like a sirens song sweet and soothing
But cant lead me to beware

Why would I be thinking that somethings up there
Really wish I knew what Id conquered
Trying to put it off as a form of distraction
But itd lead me to far in despair

Acing of the hallways mumbling under my breath
Wishing I could tear it from myself

Just when I was up on that mountain all I had was on the other side wasn't
And feelin of the other things scratched up like the awful thing of company
I wish that I could even stop thinking about it
Or even have a stop from its calling

I start to see a side of ya(y) worth exploring
I start to see the side of mee

Staring at the mirror wish I saw something else
Reflecting so degrading of myself

You can tell me its all its own
Such a sarcred gift to own
Cast it off and its gotten old old old

AHHHHHHHAHHH

Kinda wish that I was more brave and focused
Kinda hope this wasnt so easy
Cannot stop thinking about climbing that mountain
Does you see what I can see?

Sitting at the table with my head in my face
Wishing I could tear it all away

You can tell me its all been told
Such a sacred gift to own
Cast it off and its gotten old old old