Stretch Armstrong by Young Poet, Brendan Frey

Thrive In A Modern Era by Young Poet

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Stretch Armstrong
by Young Poet, Brendan Frey

Album: Thrive In A Modern Era

I've got a millstone around my neck.
I'd apologize for the sunset
If it meant you could be happy again.
We were in rare form from righting all our wrongs,
Sitting in church pews and writing all the best songs
About the end of the world.

I never thought I'd amount to much,
and in keeping with secrets, I'll tell you what.
I'm the best at being a mess up.
I'm the best at not giving things a rest.

Time may forgive,
But I won't forget
Being told there's no point
And that I should quit.
I can't fathom what my life would be like;
The hardships made who I am.

(Brendan Frey)
I said I'm not your golden boy.
A slip of the silver tongue
Led to one bad choice.
I'm in need of a triumph.
What I used to admire
Just seems to disappoint.
I used to care about it
But now what's the point?
Now that the standards you set
Are all null and void,
My self-defeating thoughts
I now try to avoid.

We never thought we'd amount to much
And people always told us to just give up.
We're the best at making a comeback
And we've yet to discover the best in us.