I had a drink with a good friend a month ago
Reminisced about high school and the lows
He bought a house with another baby on the way
But something seems to be missing from the picture frame
You're mom and dad are proud
And tell their friends you're doing well
They say that's life
But you're going through hell
Petrified that you'll collect dust on a shelf
As you say
I think I lost myself
Been looking for the man that I once was
When I was just a little kid
I miss my shovel and pail
I think I lost myself
You took the job and told yourself one year
Now the pay is to good
To turn and switch gears
Your wife at home is about to make her last stand
You spend the weekend
Like it doesn't cost you a thing
You're petrified that you'll collect dust on a shelf
As you say
I think I lost myself
Been looking for the man that I once was
When I was just a little kid
I miss my shovel and pail
I think I lost myself
Sometimes we lose a little part of ourselves
To make some room for what's to come
Sometimes we lose a little part of ourselves
To make some room for what's to come