I wasn't able to start recording today until 3:30pm, and I had no ideas for this song until 4pm. I had randomly picked up an old high school annual, and I thought of some things I could teach the old Matthew (since I'm really smart now). I'm sure most people my age feel that way to some degree, so I tried to sum it up in the words below.
LYRICS: "With time, 'new' becomes 'classic,' fire turns to ashes, and rivers carve stone. With time, gathering fills the attic, lightning fades to static, and wanderers seek a home. It takes less than you'd think, though it's more than you are. It feels out of your reach, 'cause you're still close to the start."
-Matthew
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