Nineteen - Movements

Written by：William York/Austin Cressey/Patrick Miranda/Brett Chiodo

There's a fire in my heart but I've got blood in my mouth

Tongue caged by my teeth trying hard just to speak

But your shout has got me beat and I'm rusting

I'm rusting

And my mother always told me

Tread lightly and don't step on his toes

And that was okay at a young age

But I am fully grown

Suit and tie at the table

Another disappointment

I'll stay quiet still unstable

And I'll swallow the poison

Cause I am not who you were at nineteen

I am not the man you want me to be

I'm not a warrior I am fragile I am weak

I'm not a warrior I am not you I'm barely me

Someday I hope to make it clear to you

That success is not determined by leather bound books and ink on paper

But rather the passion that I have found out of heartbreak and anger

I know that happiness is stability

But stability is not a desk job

And I refuse to sacrifice my aspirations for an income and security

What the hell is security

See I'd rather die at my fullest poor

But free to roam

Than let an office drain me slowly for the sake of a home

Cause I watched your endless intermission an actor trapped in mediocrity

Gave up on your ambitions and your convictions compared to mine

What a rigid dichotomy

Cause I am not who you were at nineteen

I am not the man you want me to be

I'm not a warrior I am fragile I am weak

I'm not a warrior I am not you I'm barely me

I am not who you were at nineteen

I am not the man you want me to be

I am not I am not

I am not my father's son