you’re trying too hard, you’re not trying at all
you shut your eyes, block your ears, cover your mouth and throw your arms out to break your fall
you’re too old, you’re too young, you’re too boring, uptight, you’re a stick in the mud
you’re still a kid, why don’t you know how to have any fun?
you’re a grown-up now, why don’t you understand the whats and the whys and the hows?
you’re like a frightened mouse, burrowing into a cozy little corner of your house
and you’re celibate, lonely, and sad
but that’s better than stark raving mad
agoraphobic and anxious but glad
that you don’t have to challenge your preconceived notions
just sit in your kitchen and go through the motions
how far will you go to protect the life you know?
how far can you reach before you snap?
try not to go with the flow, but the realization is slow
despite your best efforts you’ll never turn the clock back
you’re crying too hard, you’re not crying at all
you ball your fists up, press your knuckles into eyelids and wonder how it all went so wrong
and you’re ten thousand dollars in debt
for a bachelor’s you didn’t want to get
and you work at a walmart and hate every minute, it’s turned you to a cynic
and you’ve no clue how to cope, you sit inside and mope
tell yourself it’s OK, that doesn’t make it OK
how far can you go when you hate the life you know?
how much can you take before you snap?
today was shit but what about tomorrow?
maybe it’s a good thing you’ll never turn the clock back