Where I'm Meant to Be

<|sco|> Checking my phone, another late night scroll. Thirty eight years

flying, losing control. Gotta rewind let the good times roll.

Still a millennial, thirty eight and dreaming bright of nightclubs and binge drinking every

Friday night. Playing on our Xbox till the morning light. Smoking in the

pubs, the doobies felt so right. Now I'm grown with a mortgage

and a wife, so true. Two little kids running round, what else is

new? Bills are higher, work is longer, days are through. Play is less,

but life still gives a brighter view. Ooh how the times have changed