I miss my friends
I don't call them
Won't reply but
It's not on purpose
I'm so scared of
Going under
Am I sure this is what
I'm meant for?
Why does it always feel like
I'm always running behind?
Time's been consuming my mind
And I'm terrified of running out
What if I never find a way to make it out alive?
Go to work, buy a house, have a life
Have it all figured out by 25
The sky's falling down on me
While I'm deciding on my groceries
(The sky is falling!)
(The sky is falling!)