Now it's time to hit the grind
I've got people who depend on me to finally get this right
Up at 3am to find
That it's hard to put my thoughts in order with a perfectly sane mind
But it still feels miles away
I need more than songs about ex girlfriends like I'm writing here today
This was just a way to cope
Somehow it's grown to be the thing that I have invested all my hope
Someday we're gonna hit the road
Trade flyover life in Arkansas for the California coast
Time begins to accelerate
Weeks turn to months, the months to years, and now it's time to graduate
But it still feels miles away
I need more than songs about ex girlfriends that I'm writing here today
This was just a way to cope
Somehow it's grown to be the thing that I have invested all my hope