Lyrics:

Sifting through the broken glass
The echoes of my ancient past
Came flooding into every pore
Like scattered seeds of sycamore
Suddenly I started wondering how I got here
Was it a matter of timing?

Catholic school, my private hell
I stuttered 'til the age of twelve
Discovered sex at seventeen
And soon thereafter, self-esteem
The days did not matter
And years were a lifetime away

Drowning in a heavy stock
Of teenage girls and indie rock
I flunked out of each college course
And set my sails for no remorse
The nights were for nowhere
And that's where I wanted to be

Someone said...
"It's not a matter of time, it's just a matter of timing"
Do you ever wonder how you got to here?
It's not a matter of time, it's just a matter of timing
Do you ever wonder how you got to here?

Branded, marked, and paper thin
This angry saint went marching in
To war with scores of ninety-proof
Found nothing but the ugly truth
A decade of wastage
An instant and everything's changed

Woke up feeling thirty-five
Though grateful that I'm still alive
Another chance at normalcy
To chase the dream and now it seems
The days run away
Like wild horses over the hills

Someone said...
"It's not a matter of time, it's just a matter of timing"
Do you ever wonder how you got to here?
It's just a matter of timing
It's not a matter of time, it's just a matter of timing
Do you ever wonder how you got to here?

Take it in
And hold on while you can
All the destruction will one day end
And you'll finally know exactly who you are

It's just a matter of timing
Do you ever wonder how you got to here?
It's just a matter of timing
It's not a matter of time, it's just a matter of timing
Do you ever wonder how you got to here?
It's just a matter of timing
It's not a matter of time, it's just a matter of timing
Do you ever wonder how you got to here?
Do you ever wonder how you got to here?