To a time traveling younger self
Don't fret about this
Because it's not a grand slam
For the prize that kept getting taken
Keep practicing until it bleeds
No one will notice
Not when someone made plans
The plan for you to fail
Moving down from the big city to a town
Leaving everything & everyone behind
Pack up your tools for the next round
Hoping the outcome doesn't come back around
At the very least
The pencil sketch from this
Will cease to exist
I don't want to remind myself
About all of the times
When nobody said a single thing
What about the time
When the tornado entered the front porch
Of a house that belonged to crazy horse
The owner was quick to grab a rifle
Telling you to get off of the private property
Run as fast as you can
Passing up a yard sign
No trespassing
Seconds from getting struck
Go hide underneath the underpass
Under the concrete block
Only to watch the same house
Watching it collapse
Shattering into pieces
Watch it float as a tornado blows
Like the wizard of odds
You will win the ruby red prize
And at the very least
They will seek
The pencil sketch drawing of a grand piano
With a rose laying on top of it
For the person who wanted the plans to come to a stall
The plans that someone had made for you to fail
Moving down from the big city to a smaller town
Leaving everything & everyone behind
Put a title to this song in your pocket
Pack up your tools for the next round
Moving down from the big city to a town
Leaving everything & everyone behind
Pack up your tools for the next round
Hoping the outcome doesn't come back around
At the very least
The pencil sketch from this
Will cease to exist
The plans for you to fail will now come to an end
To a time traveling younger self
AGI 2238 - To a time traveling younger self (feat. A Signal To Noise) Lyrics
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To a time traveling younger self
Don't fret about this
Because it's not a grand slam
For the prize that kept getting taken
Keep practicing until it bleeds
No one will notice
Not when someone made plans
The plan for you to fail
Moving down from the big city to a town
Leaving everything & everyone behind
Pack up your tools for the next round
Hoping the outcome doesn't come back around
At the very least
The pencil sketch from this
Will cease to exist
I don't want to remind myself
About all of the times
When nobody said a single thing
What about the time
When the tornado entered the front porch
Of a house that belonged to crazy horse
The owner was quick to grab a rifle
Telling you to get off of the private property
Run as fast as you can
Passing up a yard sign
No trespassing
Seconds from getting struck
Go hide underneath the underpass
Under the concrete block
Only to watch the same house
Watching it collapse
Shattering into pieces
Watch it float as a tornado blows
Like the wizard of odds
You will win the ruby red prize
And at the very least
They will seek
The pencil sketch drawing of a grand piano
With a rose laying on top of it
For the person who wanted the plans to come to a stall
The plans that someone had made for you to fail
Moving down from the big city to a smaller town
Leaving everything & everyone behind
Put a title to this song in your pocket
Pack up your tools for the next round
Moving down from the big city to a town
Leaving everything & everyone behind
Pack up your tools for the next round
Hoping the outcome doesn't come back around
At the very least
The pencil sketch from this
Will cease to exist
The plans for you to fail will now come to an end
To a time traveling younger self
Don't fret about this
Because it's not a grand slam
For the prize that kept getting taken
Keep practicing until it bleeds
No one will notice
Not when someone made plans
The plan for you to fail
Moving down from the big city to a town
Leaving everything & everyone behind
Pack up your tools for the next round
Hoping the outcome doesn't come back around
At the very least
The pencil sketch from this
Will cease to exist
I don't want to remind myself
About all of the times
When nobody said a single thing
What about the time
When the tornado entered the front porch
Of a house that belonged to crazy horse
The owner was quick to grab a rifle
Telling you to get off of the private property
Run as fast as you can
Passing up a yard sign
No trespassing
Seconds from getting struck
Go hide underneath the underpass
Under the concrete block
Only to watch the same house
Watching it collapse
Shattering into pieces
Watch it float as a tornado blows
Like the wizard of odds
You will win the ruby red prize
And at the very least
They will seek
The pencil sketch drawing of a grand piano
With a rose laying on top of it
For the person who wanted the plans to come to a stall
The plans that someone had made for you to fail
Moving down from the big city to a smaller town
Leaving everything & everyone behind
Put a title to this song in your pocket
Pack up your tools for the next round
Moving down from the big city to a town
Leaving everything & everyone behind
Pack up your tools for the next round
Hoping the outcome doesn't come back around
At the very least
The pencil sketch from this
Will cease to exist
The plans for you to fail will now come to an end
To a time traveling younger self
Writer: J. T.
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid