Skinned Knees

I got all of my goodbyes It felt like a fever dream I cried on the car ride home I still don't know what that means But I'm happy to be alive 'Cause I haven't been in a year It may be fortune or fate Either way I'm finally here If this is it I think I've made it Not an optimist Never trying to fake it When everything feels the way it was supposed to be Sometimes it takes losing it all for it all to work out eventually Remember how I went home Broken ego and skinned knees I spent the better part of the fall Throwing the biggest pity party And I locked all my doors Like some kind of metaphor for closure I tried to black it all out So I'd feel like it was over If this is it I think I've made it Not an optimist Never trying to fake it When everything feels the way it was supposed to be Sometimes it takes losing it all for it all to work out eventually