Verse 1
When I was young I believed
I could be anything I conceived
This idea drove my life
I’d be an artist with a house and wife

I’d stay young whatever my age
Full of hope and never change
I’d be strong and break the norms
I would never dare conform

Then I got old life started moving fast
Got to get to work, got to make some cash
No time now to be a superhero
I just need to get to inbox zero

What is this reality
All these new responsibilities  
Going to all these social events
Talking about bonds and the president

Pre-Chorus
So there I was at twenty two
I had no clue what to do
Losing my own identity 
Boiling with anxiety
CHORUS
Oh no
What’s happening to me?
I’ve started conforming to society

Am I dead?
Is this in my head
I wake up in the morning and I just feel dread

VERSE 2
Flash forward now, I’m twenty nine
I’m convinced I’m doing just fine
Those old dreams, they weren’t me
I prefer now to stay busy

Then I got this sinking feeling
Maybe my life had no purpose or meaning 
What if I was nothing special
My corporate job was non essential
Pre-Chorus
Sure I was older just more confused
I had no clue what to do
Losing my own identity
Boiling with anxiety
CHORUS
Oh no
What happened to me?
I’ve lost myself to society

Am I dead?
Is this in my head
I wake up in the morning and I just feel dread
BRIDGE
I realized that I felt alone
I felt so lost in life's unknown
No longer could I hide
That I had let my own dreams die

I swore that night
To make things right
To hear my soul
To seek a path to becoming whole
FINAL CHORUS
Hello
Is this really me
I now know who I need to be
I’m not dead,
That was all in my head
I wake up in the morning and I jump out of bed

Getting Old or Letting Go?

It all started with a dog named Eddie — a scruffy little guy kids swore looked like a real-life teddy bear. When he passed in 2020, I brought his spirit back as a 3D bear: playful, honest, and the other half of me.

In A Teddy Named Eddie, we tell true stories from my life through pop punk riffs, alt rock hooks, and early 2000s nostalgia. Sometimes I’m in his world; sometimes he’s in mine. Always cinematic, always full of heart, and always a little magical.