The Person I Was

Found an old photograph clearing out drawers From a summer we spent

by the northern shores

Looking at the eyes looking back at me

So full of the things that I used to be

No armor on my chest,

no walls in my mind Just drifting along with the tracks left

behind Now I stand in the mirror and trace every line

Wondering when his ghost took over mine

Oh,

where did he go,

the person I was?

The one who could love without asking because Who ran through the

dark just to chase down the light And never woke up in

the middle of the night

To count every failure

and measure the cost

Oh, what was the moment the person I was got lost?

I still wear the jacket,

I still know the songs I still walk the streets where we

used to belong But the weight of the years is a quiet

thief

Stealing the fire and leaving the grief I used to speak loud,

I used to stand tall

Now I'm just careful to not let things fall

Trading the wild for a safer routine

Stuck in the spaces of what might have been

It wasn't a crash,

it wasn't a blow Just the slow,

steady melting of January snow A series of choices,

of playing it smart Till the caution took over the beat of

my heart

But underneath all of the dust and the stone

I think there's a spark that I still call my

own

Oh, I'm calling him back,

the person I was The one who could love without asking because

I'll run through the dark just to find the same light And

put down the weight in the middle of the night Stop counting

the failures and paying the cost I'm ready to find what I

thought had been lost

Yeah, I'm coming back to the person I was.

Clear out the drawers.

Open the doors. the person I was (hmmmmm)