Obsessed with my success and other people's ages Don't need to tell you that I'm jaded Stopping at a Waffle House off of 85 I haven't moved an inch since I was seventeen Maybe my gut's a little bigger And my shirts don't fit right anymore What's the point of pushing on anymore? I'm always tired, or maybe I'm always bored I was told that I'd be fine when I got old But now I'm thinking that's a lie So l down these fries before they get too cold If I don't feel love in the places I call home Can I feel anything in general? Is it me? Can I get through this? Is there a way to wash it off, or is this stain permanent? I watch my double descend into the Echo with me He's got a craft beer in one hand and a pocket full of Molly Everyone's always a few deep They mash up pop songs I've never heard But I know the melody Now his hands are up in the air like everything's a possibility Fifteen years on and I still hate this But I bet even he'd call me a friend Because I'm the only one stuck living like this – Alone in my own head I feel like ECT has corrupted my core memory I've been here before, and I'll be here when everybody goes