Wrong Roads, Right View

Wait. Where

the hell am I?

This wasn't the address.

...I

kinda like it. I had a picture of forty When I was

twenty-three, Funny how that guy Didn't know a damn thing about me.

Different room. Different road.

Different people in my phone.

Half the things I swore I'd have— I don't.

Half the things I have— I never knew I wanted.

I wasn't supposed to be here.

I took a left Where the map said right.

Missed one train. Stayed one night.

One thing broke, Another appeared— And somehow...

I ended up here.

I wasn't supposed to be here,

Wasn't part of the plan,

I drew a straight fucking line— Life drew something else by hand.

I don't know where this goes,

And that's becoming my favorite part.

I wasn't supposed to be here— BUT HERE WE FUCKING ARE.

Met people I would've never met If one old plan had worked,

Found roads I never would've taken If the first one hadn't hurt.

Some doors opened sideways.

Some good things showed up late.

Some of my favorite memories Started with— “Well...

shit. Now what?” Maybe life's got terrible directions.

Maybe I finally stopped asking.

Wrong city.

Wrong year.

Wrong door.

Wrong turn.

Funny how many wrong things

Had to happen

For me to stand right here

And think: I WOULDN'T TRADE THIS VIEW.

If you'd shown me this life

ten years ago...

I'd have said: “That's not mine.”

Shows what I knew.

I WASN'T SUPPOSED TO BE HERE!

Not this road! Not this room!

Not these people! Not this view!

Every wrong turn Put another gear In the strange little machine That

brought me here!

So don't hand me the map!

I don't wanna disappear Into the life I thought I wanted— I

LIKE THE FUCKING VIEW FROM HERE!

I WASN'T SUPPOSED TO BE—

...here.