Decommissioned in 3 - Dryjacket

Hey, who put the wind in your sails?

Who could be responsible

For filling your head with fictional pride?

Everyone here’s doing alright

Nobody minds your aging out

Would you be inclined to take some time off?

'Cause that would be convenient for all of us

Honestly, some helpful critique can be nice

But the more you preach the less they’ll all take your advice

Hey, who put the wind in your sails?

Who could be responsible

For filling your head with fictional pride?

Everyon here’s doing alright

Nobody minds your aging out

All things aside plase take this time off

Maybe not forever, though forever seems enough

You tell me, what do you need to feel fulfilled

If the slate was clean would you take the time to rebuild again?

I know you felt the wait of our eyes

And you tried everything you could to be nice

We were waiting on your heart to ignite

'Cause it was just a matter of time

It was a matter of time

No one’s waiting on you