Fin

When the days feel like years and the years feel like seconds
When you don’t know if it’s the future or the past or the present
When time flies by with a skip and a hop
Sometimes I wish the world would just fucking stop

Why and how did I turn 18?
There’s the past and the future I’m just stuck in between
Too young to be good, too old to be seen
The older I get the more the world gets mean
And I’m not sure what it was you just heard
30-some minutes of fucked up words
30-some minutes of me being absurd
But there’s a lifetime stuck in my head unheard
And I’ve always been scared of writing something serious
I hide behind comedy and call myself a lyricist
I swear it’s there somewhere deep beneath the edginess
Maybe it’s that time I find my home you call me Odysseus
Fin