Running Out Of Someday
Running Out of Someday is about the pressure to become something . . or someone . . before time runs out. It’s that restless feeling of chasing a version of yourself you thought you’d be by now… and wondering what happens if you never quite get there.
This song came from a real place. The quiet questions that hit you in the middle of the night. The weight of unfinished dreams. The fear that maybe you missed your window . . and the hope that maybe you didn’t. It’s not dramatic, just real.
It doesn’t try to fix anything. It just tells the truth. About the tension between holding on and letting go. About still caring, even when you’re tired.
If you’ve ever felt behind in your own story . . like you’re running out of time to figure it all out . . this one’s for you.
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Woke up to the mirror, same face, new line
A ghost of ambition I left behind
Tried to chase a dream, now I’m chasing time
Every note I write feels like a goodbye
How can I give love when I don’t love myself?
How do I show up when I’m someone else?
Half a heart, half a name, fading in the static
Writing songs no one plays, how’s that for tragic?
I’m running out of someday
Out of maybe-next-years
Blink, and the future
Turns into souvenirs
Can’t rewind the questions
Or the things I didn’t say
I’m not afraid of dying
I’m afraid I’ll fade
I keep hearing echoes I can’t explain
Like time keeps whispering through my veins
Ten, maybe twenty left, if I’m lucky, maybe
Will I find my peace or just keep going crazy?
What’s the point of more if I’m still stuck inside?
Living like I’m waiting on a better life
They say “make memories, love the ones who stay”
But what if you’re too broken to give that away?
I’m running out of someday
Out of maybe-next-years
Blink, and the future
Turns into souvenirs
Can’t rewind the questions
Or the things I didn’t say
I’m not afraid of dying
I’m afraid I’ll fade
Is it living if it’s only in your head?
If no one hears your song before you’re dead?
Is it foolish or brave to still believe
That I could be more than what time leaves?
I’m running out of someday
Out of maybe-next-years
Blink, and the future
Turns into souvenirs
Can’t rewind the questions
Or the things I didn’t say
I’m not afraid of dying
I’m afraid I’ll fade away
So what do I do now, while I still have today?
Can I be okay, if I never get my someday?