One Year Left

[Verse 1: Logpog]
Reflections upset me
'Cause they cement the fact that I'm barely a kid anymore
The future was on the horizon
But now, it's outside of my door
And I hear it pickin' the lock
I want it to stop, I need it to stop
Nobody's convincin' me it's time
When I'm still starin' at the clock
And I'm watchin' the seconds tick by
With the fleetin' spirit in my eyes
It's weird, I fear that I'm alive
Because it means I'm meant to thrive
It means I'm meant to survive on my own
In such an unforgivin' world
Let this anxiety burrow
And fester inside of my skull
Full forcе when I'm plungin' right into the dungeon
Cagеd, I can't escape, afraid of losin' somethin'
That I had a while ago
When I was still a dynamo
If I knew for certain
That my time was runnin' out
Then I- then I know I'd stop learning
And I'd just start counting down

[Chorus: CER10]
There's only one year left 'til I
Can't do anything to stop it
Three-hundred-and-sixty-five
Before they got the lock picked (Slow down! Slow down!)
There's only one year left 'til I (Slow down! Slow down!)
Can't do anything to stop it (Can't stop for nobody, no)
Three-hundred-and-sixty-five (Can't stop for nobody, huh, can't stop for nobody, huh)
Before they got the lock picked (Can't stop for nobody, huh, can't stop for nobody, no)

[Verse 2: Logpog]
I'm losin' my chance at the things that I want
And it's gonna haunt me
Wistfully staring at words on a screen
God, it's exhausting
You'd think the promise of a new day
Would drive me to new heights
But I'm so stuck in the thought of right now
That I'll be stayin' up all night
Starin' at the sunset (Goddamn)
Wishin' that the day didn't have to be done yet
Time ticks by this time and the next
But defyin' the lie that the time has to pass
Is a thought process I confess to have
And this bleak ideology's a nasty habit
Yeah, I can be vapid 'cause I'm so distracted
'Cause I'm thinkin' 'bout the day that I'll pass the packet
'Cause I could live to ninety-five or I could die today
I could live a life of benefit or throw it all away
If I only do the minimum, then it'll match a wage
If my life is in a packet, then maybe I'll burn a page
I wish I could clamor out the panorama of my life
Chop the fruit of my labor into a bunch of little slices
Time and time again, I'm feelin' fine
But then I remember there's one year left