Sifting through the broken glass
The echoes of my ancient past
Keep flooding into every pore
Like scattered seeds of sycamore
Suddenly I started wondering how I got here

Was it a matter of time?

Catholic school my private [bad word] I stuttered 'til the age of twelve
Discovered  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 [bad word] The decade of wastage an instant
And everything's changed

Woke up feeling 35
Though grateful that I'm still alive
Another chance at normalcy
To chase the dream but now it seems
That [bad word] 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 time
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 [bad word] 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 time
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 time
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?