I don't wanna get dependent on your presence
Cause I know what happens next: you'll have a full-grown child
On your hands that never leaves the house
See it looming generations away. Addictive personality came down the line and right to me
It's why I never swore off angsty adolescent vows to abstain
Fear what might happen next if something sweet should hit my brain
Where the constant conversation's on repeat
Constant want consuming every single free space I can see
If a little is good, more is better. So I'll ride to my death on a giant wave of excess
More records than my shelves can hold, my Lonely Mountain's mounds of plastic gold
Nature and Nurture stay in the ring with me, at odds over my fate
And I dread the day they take that belt away. So I'll ride to my death on a half-pipe of indifference
If I'm losing in the end then I'll just skate away the days I've left to spend
Now that the rug is out from under me, what can I offer next? Because
I never learned to push myself, and I never dreamed outside of rest
So I'll ride to my death on the coattails of my friends' success. Nature. Nurture. And Me