That’s the word, isn’t it?
But I’ve got nothin’ to lose
Nothin’ to prove.
Good things come to those who wait, right?
If you love something let it go, right?
This isn’t the waiting generation anymore,
We’re connected through networks
We speed up with every word
The world turns a little faster every day.
I’ve no time for waiting
That’s what conjunctions and abbreviations are for.
I’m treating Monday mornings like Friday nights
And I’m living in the moment
They tell me to give it time
And have patience
But rebellion is all the rage
Content is what comes to those who wait
To be content is to be complacent
And who ever knew the Girl of Change to be complacent?
I’m capitalizing my name now
And putting “Risk” in the middle of it.
Good things come to those who wait
Great things come to those who fight.
We all talk about wisdom
Like it comes from sitting beside a tree
Wisdom comes from battle
Maybe that’s unwise of me to say,
But I won’t know for sure until I try.
It’s death to the girl at the end of the serenade,
What’s born is something better.