I miss too many people
That probably don't know my name anymore
I've spent too much time
On day dreams made up of anything before

But is growing up forgetting
What it feels like to be young?
Because I've found nothing is as comforting
As those lullabies you sung

The ones you didn't mean to sing
Never meant to mean anything to me
But I forgot how to fall asleep
When I forgot the sound of your voice when you hum

Is this a heart disease
Or is this just growing up?
I don't think I am tough enough for this
Is this just what it seems?

Another case of bad luck
Or something else I fucked up
Everyone that I miss
Serves as proof that my heart still exists

Because we're growing up
And we're growing apart
And the space in my chest that is meant for a heart
Feels empty but whole
I guess time took its toll

How can hearts be satisfied
By what they can't control?