These illusions of myself on my best days Aren’t exactly what I want to be remembered for What do I get for my patience and my take on adulthood? Just a picture of a million times regret
These days I’m missing everything, so close it can make you go insane Try now, it might work better this time, I wanted to not have to wait
I might die tomorrow, tomorrow came early Time moves so slow, please don’t remind me
These convictions don’t mean shit when they no longer work for you A little less time spent on others while you indulge and choose to self-absorb No I won’t, I don’t think that’s the best way to spend what little time I have Oh well, who knows? I don’t get it, my ability to reason is moot