Too Much

Oh—

Too loud?

Maybe…

I like it.

I start a thought, then chase another,

Trip on words, then laugh it over.

Every color feels too bright,

Every wrong still feels so right.

I talk fast, I dream faster,

Build it up, then watch disaster.

I’d do it all again —

Just to feel it like I can.

They say slow down, “you’re too intense,”

But silence never made much sense…

I’m too much, or just enough,

I won’t change to fit your stuff.

Every high and every rush —

That’s the way I live and love.

I feel it all, don’t play pretend,

Lose myself, then start again.

Call it chaos, call it fun —

I’m not done, I’ve just begun.

Too much? maybe.

Too loud? lately.

Too fast? yeah, I—

Love it, don’t save me.

Too real? face it.

Won’t fake it.

I don’t wanna tone it down —

I won’t change it.

I fall in love with moments quick,

Then question every little bit.

Hearts and ideas overlap,

I get lost and I like that.

Ten directions call my name,

I run to all, I love the chase.

No map, no plan, just being free —

That’s enough for me.

They say slow down (too much?)

“You’re too intense” (no, no)

But silence never made much sense…

I’m too much, or just enough (yeah!),

I won’t change to fit your stuff (won’t!).

Every high and every rush — (oh!)

That’s the way I live and love.

I feel it all, don’t play pretend (no way),

Lose myself, then start again (again!).

Call it chaos, call it fun — (hey!)

I’m not done, I’ve just begun.

Too much — too fast (yeah!)

Too bright — won’t last (no!)

Too deep — too real (uh!)

Say it how you feel.

Too loud — don’t care (don’t care)

Too gone — I’m there (I’m there)

Too much? okay… (okay!)

I like it that way.

Maybe I burn out sometimes… (oh…)

Lose the spark between the lines… (yeah…)

Colors fade, I go quiet,

All the noise turns to silence…

But give me something small to feel…

I’ll turn it into something real…

One spark — (hey…)

That’s all I need — (yeah…)

Watch me light it up again (oh!)

Watch me be too much again (yeah!)

Too loud — too fast (hey!)

Right now — don’t crash (yeah!)

I’m not coming down —

I’m not coming—

I’m too much, or just enough (JUST ENOUGH!),

Either way, I won’t give up (NEVER!).

Every high and every rush — (OH!)

That’s the way I live and love.

I feel it all, don’t play pretend (NO!),

Break apart, then bloom again (AGAIN!).

Call it chaos, call it fun — (HEY!)

I’m not done, I’ve just begun.

Too much! (HEY!)

Just enough! (HEY!)

Too much! (HEY!)

That’s my stuff! (YEAH!)

Too loud? (so what?)

Too fast? (don’t stop!)

Too much…

Just enough…

Yeah—

I like it.