This, This is my Life

I'm on fire
And a wild American
I burn it out,
Prolly cause I can
And if I had a dollar for everything I should have said
I'd bust it out and prolly throw it away again

This, this is my life.
Across a northern sky.
It isn't much,
but at least it's mine.

Some get it all and don't even think to know to ask why.
I watched you pass away,
You didn't even say good-bye.
Now I'm replaying and relying on all the reasons why.
And hold onto these tears I'll never cry.

For this, this is my life.
Under a midnight sky.
It isn't much,
but at least it's mine.

Got a job, ended up in downtown.
Thought about some loved ones
and how easily I lost 'em.
I'd do it all again,
even as exhausted.
Some get breaks,
I've yet to get one.

I thought of you on nights I drank too much
If you thought of me, you never bothered to get in touch
Got lost in my mind,
and almost lost it.
Did you ever think you'd be unhappy to?
I thought if I'm not happy, maybe it's me and not you.

This, this my life.
Under a northern sky.
It isn't much,
but at least it's mine.

This, this is my life.
Under a summer sky.
It isn't much,
but at least it's mine.

I got another job
Doing thing I didn't know
Nights I'd go home and cry about it constantly
Everything slippin' away from me
Ending it all, talked about it openly
Wondering what was wrong with me.

Maybe I quit or got fired,
I don't know?
It just happened, this I know.
Added up my experiences and fears,
Took a plunge,
and here I go.

This, this is my life.
Under an evening sky.
It isn't much,
but at least it's mine.

I nearly lost a boy and friends,
Small-talk conversations, I couldn't stand.
I'm old enough to say "I remember when"

Living and learning and learning to let go,
Of parents and bosses and people who don't want me to grow.
Criticisms,
I can stomache them.
I know you think you can tell me what to do.
But no one can stop me from what I write and who I write it to.

For this, this is my life.
Under a starry sky.
It isn't much,
but at least it's mine.

So far I think I've made a blueprint.
In 26 years maybe I'll have made an imprint.
But I'll continue to grow wiser because of it.
They're all steps and journeys I've had to take.
I've got no regrets and try not to repeat mistakes.
It's all a journey and not an end.
If I had to do it all, I'd do it all over again.

For this, this is my life.
Under a summer sky.
It isn't much,
but at least it's mine.
All mine.