D / xx4656 / B#m / G
Oh boy it seems I'm 21
It's been another year
I guess I should confess
About my existential fears
And yes it may depress
But don't digress just take a knee
If you're a lady take my lap
must be over 18
I've figured what I love to do - that's great
Yet still I sometimes hesitate
If tortured artists is my fate
I need to stop and calculate
The time I spend here in this room
Whether it points to social doom
Assess the data then resume
B#m X2 / E7 / A7
And I'm still
Not sure what to do
With these hands
When I'm out
D / xx4656 / B#m / G
And the ladies? Oh they love me
They wont take a minute's break
JK my love life's reminiscent
Of sad turtle's in the shade
But then again I don't try
Trusting it'll drop by,
If not well oh my,
I guess it's more bro time
My life - always constant
Producing more content
Ten years in the making
and proud of product
Productive but snoozing
The muse is elusive
enough with excuses
sit down and induce it
but do not abuse it
B#m X2 / E7 / A7
And I'm still
Not sure what to do
With these hands
When I'm out
I'm not excited bout drinking
Cause you can drink beer
when you're 18 here
doesn't matter
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