Текст песни Nineteen - Movements

There's a fire in my heart, but I've got blood in my mouth
Tongue caged by my teeth, trying hard just to speak
But your shout has got me beat and I'm rusting
I'm rusting
And my mother always told me "Tread lightly, don't step on his toes"
And that was okay at a young age, but I am fully grown
Suit and tie at the table, another disappointment
I'll stay quiet, still unstable, I'll swallow the poison
'Cause I am not who you were at nineteen
I am not the men you want me to be
I am not a warrior, I am fragile, I am weak
I'm not a warrior, I am not you, I'm barely me
And someday I hope to make it clear to you
That success is not determined by leather bound books and ink on paper
But rather the passion that I have found out of heartbreak and anger
I know that happiness is stability, but stability is not a desk job
And I refuse to sacrifice my aspirations for an income and security
What the hell is "security"?
See, I'd rather die at my fullest, poor, but free to roam
Than let and office drain me slowly for the sake of a home
'Cause I watched your endless intermission, an actor trapped in mediocrity
Gave up on your ambitions and your convictions compared to mine, what a rigid dichotomy
'Cause I am not who you were at nineteen
No, I am not the men you want me to be
No, I'm not a warrior, I am fragile, I am weak
No, I'm not a warrior, no, I am not you
I am not who you were at nineteen
No, I am not the men you want me to be
No, I am not, no, I am not
No, I am not my father's son