Sinking With The Sunset

In my old age, I am still young
Getting more punk? Something people grow out of
What is sadness? Why is it a thing?
I was never one to jot down my thoughts

What is life? What is love?
Questions I thought I had figured out
When I was younger
When did this happen? What is change? Should things change?

As I look at myself
As I look at myself
As I look at myself
As I look at myself
As I look at myself
It seems that change is irrelevant
It happens to the best of us

As time goes by, I still have no answers
Like lost ships sinking with the sunset, ramblings and drawings
In notebooks just to pass the time, saving myself from myself
Unfinished sentences that evoke a feeling

It took me a while, it took me a while
It took me your grace, your charm, and a smile
It took me a while, it took me a while
It took me a while, it took me a while
It took me a while, it took, it took
It took me a while, it took me, it took
It took me a while, it took me a while
It took me a while to admit that I miss you