You’re 31, and this is your life, passing before your eyes
I guess it’s better than flashing before your eyes
You’re 31, the days are quicker, and you haven’t accomplished anything you wanted to accomplish by now
It’s not trending well
You’re 31, the years are shorter, and you’re not even sure what you wanted to accomplish by this age
So pass the bottle on back down to hell
Time will tell
It’s easier to forget time
When you find yourself at the bottom of a well
It’s not trending
It’s not trending well
You’re 31, and they don’t make songs about your age anymore
What used to be fun now seems like a chore
It used to be easier to run when you couldn’t face the fate
You find yourself believing it’s easier to stay nowadays, to drink and not think
You lost yourself
On your way to hell
But how can you be on your way when you’re already in it
And then you find yourself again but at the bottom of the well
You’ve forgotten who you are
But will time tell?
By waiting here, doing nothing, expecting you to find yourself
The only thing time will tell is that by living like this, you’ll never find yourself
Although can you ever really know whether you ever really knew yourself?
Time to get help
Help will tell
Time will tell
But right now it’s not trending well
Wrong now it’s not trending well
Maybe one day I can say, “Wrong now that it’s not trending well” because it is in fact trending well
Who am I kidding, though – myself?
If I know what I need to do, but I can’t do it
For whatever reason
If I know what I need to do, but I won’t do it
For whatever reason
Then for X amount more years I’ll just watch four seasons
Pass before my eyes
And one day when it all comes to pass one last time
A life full of nothing, unfulfilled will flash before my eyes
And that one last time, it will tell:
You practiced on earth so well to get yourself ready for hell
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