Dylan Owen - Old Armor lyrics

[Intro] As I sit up behind my mom's house and watch the railroad tracks where I know that people lived and breathed and worked and died I think? there's gotta be something more than this I wish I could show this song to every stranger that I meet because every stranger that I meet is someone new, and they've got their own story And this is my story Check it [Verse 1] Yo I ripped the calendar down I started settling I made it home to my small town development After walking past the picket fence and telling them That I found some things out on my own And I wrote it on a bathroom stall door in Pennsylvania to forget it Yeah but somehow just writing it down made me remember that My heart is as big as an elephant knocking at your door But I don't knock there anymore, sh** So that's irrelevant, I'm constantly in reverse I've been around the block so many times that my feet hurt The stories underneath our sneakers teach me new words Like Austin from Newburgh reminding me to do work I read it in graffiti on a Newark bridge That the infinite abyss of Garden State is just a myth But that don't make it dumber, I still loved it in the summer Yeah I've loved the drive-in movies since last summer [Chorus] And I don't need a map to know my way around I've been traveling too long to lie and say I've found nothing I'll take the path that's still buried in the ground I wear my past on my sleeve and my heart like a crown Man I don't need a map to know my way around I've been traveling too long to lie and say I've found nothing I'll take the path that's still buried in the ground I wear my past on my sleeve and my heart like a crown [Verse 2] I ripped the calendar down I started settling I took a picture of my small town, developed it And I just admired all the little things elegance The cracks in their sidewalks and stones And I found it on a Rhode Island balcony window where I was venting All your seventh grade betterment of anti-depressants Really didn't make me better at all So keep your medicines I'll keep my DJ, don't insult my intelligence We saw Bob Dylan after months of hard rain We tried to stay friends saying, those were our days It was 2:07 in the morning, watching cars race Everybody's got something that's hard for them to chase Maybe I do think way too much of Colorado Springs from my heart some kind of fate I can't follow Like how the cigars and novels of South Harwich Port pa**ed But I don't need y'all to tell me that [Chorus] And I don't need a map to know my way around I've been traveling too long to lie and say I've found nothing I'll take the path that's still buried in the ground I wear my past on my sleeve and my heart like a crown Man I don't need a map to know my way around I've been traveling too long to lie and say I've found nothing I'll take the path that's still buried in the ground I wear my past on my sleeve and my heart like a crown So check it