By the time I'm 35
I hope that I'm
On my way to something important
But in the meantime I'll just be in my head
Stuck in bed, can't even bring myself to go outside
Biding my time on this island
To prove I'm not reliant or at least a complete bore
I've lost sight of the assignment
Now I've said awful things and
I'm no longer sure
We all think we're in some big race, it goes on endlessly
We are actually floating in space, its f*cking terrifying
The same People keep giving advice
And it gets tiring
I know to go back to school
I know smoking isn't cool
Now don't be scared of dying
Some say it's not the end anyway
But if it is I think it's still worth the trying
Slap a smile on that face and say
"It's fine", get used to the lying
"I'm alright" it's only thoughtful prying
"No really" can't help but denying
"I'm fine"