Skeptical Skeletons

Seems it has been far too long,
Since I have been moving on,
A touch of something out of reach,
Must be something I don't need.

I can't spell it out.

You're coming fast toward me,
Can't seem to get a grip, no.
Going to crash in to you,
Keep on going far too strong.

Sixteen years is far too young,
Cannot process the same old song,
Doesn't need to think about it,
Pressure me to keep on digging.

I can't spell it out.

I've never been...political.
Some days are far too radical.
I've never been...skeptical.
I'm losing touch.

Sometimes you feel...inspirational.
Most nights you feel...untouchable.
Need someone more probable.
To keep me from myself.

You're coming fast toward me.
Can't seem to get a grip, no.
Going to crash in to you.
I need something...to keep me young.