What is this feeling that I have
Like I’m caught between the here and the now?
Just some shitty midlife crisis
That would bore even the steadiest crowd?
With everything I’ve been through, everything I’ve done
I don’t play games and I don’t care who won
I just want to drink my tea on my porch
As I stare at the shapes in the clouds
When my time comes, how will I go?
When my time comes, how will I know?
If the past is the past who’s the winner
In this fucking reality show?
So please ya’ll, don’t @ me, I’m trying out this vibe
I don’t have to listen to your truth or your lies
I’m turning off my phone now
And walking to the park where I go some days to hide
And I’m looking at the birds now, flying in and out
Taking what they need to make that long trip south
I guess it’s in the blood of the living
To work around that easy way out
When my time comes, will I say it was enough?
When my time comes, will I feel like giving up?
Just let the past have its place
And move on to whatever is to come?
When my time comes, how will I go?
When my time comes, tell me how will I know?
If the past is the past who’s the winner
In this fucking reality show?
What is this feeling that I have
Like I’m caught between the here and the now?
Just some shitty midlife crisis
That would bore even the steadiest crowd?