Do I want this like enough?
Would it feel like giving up?
There's a part of me that's almost clocking out
Do I want kids? Maybe two
Get a hybrid Subaru
And move out to the suburbs – but for now I'll
Work late just to be tired
Get hurt to get inspired
Refresh to watch it load
And I'll move too fast to take it slow
And I'll catch up to go in circles
Practice to run rehearsals
Hold too tight to let it go
Am I cutting the grass to watch it grow?
Pick a single, pick a lane
31's the new 28
And if you ask, the music's going great
But if I never left home, then she'd be pregnant
And we'd be beautifully stagnant
Instead, I search for deeper meaning – can I monetize that feeling?
While I work late just to be tired
Get hurt to get inspired
Refresh to watch it load
And I'll move too fast to take it slow
And I'll catch up to go in circles
Practice to run rehearsals
Hold too tight to let it go
Am I cutting the grass to watch it grow?
My confidence is non-existent
Smoke and mirrors – am I a gimmick?
I'm not ungrateful, but something's missing
Will it always, will it always be missing? While I
I envy the ones I idol
Young, rich, and in denial
New only till it's old
Am I cutting the grass to watch it grow?
