I can't see what's right in front of me I'm still living in the past I can't keep up it's going way too fast I suppose that I'm just getting older I'm afraid I haven't lived enough I spend so much time on my own I should stop feeling sorry for myself 'Cause in the end I'm pretty fine Just another product of my time Take the time to talk all these things through Don't leave it bottled up inside 'cause that Just leaves you feeling blue I've got so much time but I never feel bored Anxiety keeps knocking at the door Just like Ian said, "I want to be adored" Or like Nina, "Baby I've been your whore" I should strive to always feel my best But it takes a little bit of work And I usually just want to rest Make some space where I can feel alive Without anyone telling me I'll take the responsibility I've got so much time but I never feel bored Anxiety keeps knocking at the door Just like Ian said, "I want to be adored" Or like Nina, "Baby I've been your whore" I've got so much time but I never feel bored Anxiety keeps knocking at the door Just like Ian said, "I want to be adored" Or like Nina, "Baby I've been your whore"