Lyrics
They got a name for everybody now
A whole category
Before you even speak
Born into a bracket
Didn't ask for the name
Every profile got a box
And they all look the same
But the boy in the mirror
Doesn't fit what they see
I'm just looking for a sound
That belongs to me
Gen this and Gen that
Like the year makes you real
Like a date on a page
Tells you how to feel
But I been thinking old
Since I was fourteen
And still wide-eyed
At things I ain't seen
So where does that leave me
Somewhere in between
I don't need a sign
Don't need a line
Just a quiet room
And a little time
To find what's mine
I cope by going inward
Not by being loud
Let the feeling pass through
Like a quiet cloud
They want you picking sides
Want you in a lane
But the realest thing I know
Doesn't have a name
I write it down
I breathe it out
Sometimes I just drive
No noise, no doubt
Just glad to be alive
You don't have to be your generation
You just have to be here