i'm thinking so much
it's killing me
searching for something
i can't even see

20 years old 
youth is slipping away
i feel like i'll be 35 anyday

in the passenger's seat
for a scowling session
staring out the window
with a plaster expression

the landscape rushes by
and my legs are aching
friends don't comment on
conversations i'm not making

getting older never growing up 
trying and learning never going to stop

stagnant mediocrity 
is making me sick
how do you live your life 
dwelling in it?

now 
it's time to exist
complacency
we've got to resist

why?
because i'm frustrated
wasting away
day after day
wasting away
frustrated