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letra de young skins - dylan owen

[verse 1: dylan owens]
why is it so hard to go
so hard to leave
to pass on the ghost, to give up the grief
you’re afraid if you do, it’ll never stop haunting you
sadness is a gift and someone out there needs it more than you
so let it go, when it dies like the autumn leaves
and the more you see the more you’ll see that there’s more to see
in mosquitoes bite summers when our dead moon flesh took the shapes of all the states we haven’t been to yet
thе tattoo trees on your arms reach for me now
you said the lowеst point in life was at the peak of your house
and all the heroes that we worshiped they took our trust
cause they were characters with flaws just like us
what we talk about now is who we want to be later
while the sunlight sneaks out the window like a teenager
in your childhood bedroom covered in these pages
looking for the key to lift you up like b major
we shouldn’t talk about life like it ends, it just is
i made a list of all the ways to cheat death
and the only one i came up with is to just live
and give it all that you’ve got to give
young skins

[hook]
we’re just old souls and young skins
we wait our whole lives to be something
and when our time comes we will run then
we don’t need to meet our heroes we become them
and we’re just old souls and young skins
we wait our whole lives to be something
and we’ll remember what we once said
we don’t need to meet our heroes we become them
young skins
old souls, young skins
old souls, young skins
old souls, young skins
[verse 2: dylan owen]
the best years of my life flashing by me every night like a sp-ceship
i should be on tour, but i am here going through stages
took my album names and i put them on a bracelet
so they can hold me down when i’m weightless
when my parents broke up i learned that i could shapeshift
i would bounce and bounce from house to house and i would change skin
no wonder why me and skinny atlas still act like kids below the stairs in his bas-m-nt
cause maybe we weren’t meant to be the great american novel characters that we always thought we’d be by 22, by 23, by 24
i’m still sleeping on the same studio floor and maybe we weren’t meant to be the bob dylans of our neighborhoods, the jay-zs of our subway lines and we’re just that the same people as before
tragedy, irregular, unremarkable, flawed or maybe

old souls, young skins
old souls, young skins
old souls, young skins
[outro]
remember that the stars can bring back time
they’re just holes that we poked in this big black sky
so when i look up i can see straight into someone else’s galaxy
and realize we’re not that old in our young skins

remind me that the stars can bring back time
they’re just holes that we poked in this big black sky
so when i look up i can see straight into someone else’s galaxy
and realize we’re not that old in our young skins

- dylan owen

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