What is this feeling that I have Like I'm caught between the here and the now? Just some shitty midlife crisis That would bore even the steadiest crowd? With everything I've been through, everything I've done, I don't play games and I don't care who won. I just want to drink my tea on my porch As I stare at the shapes in the clouds. When my time comes, how will I go? When my time comes, tell me, how will I know? If the past is the past who's the winner In this fucking reality show? So please ya'll, don't @ me, I'm trying out this vibe, I don't have to listen to your truth or your lies. I'm turning off my phone now And walking to the park where I go some days to hide. And I'm looking at the birds now, flying in and out, Taking what they need to make that long trip south. I guess it's in the blood of the living To work around that easy way out. When my time comes, will I say it was enough? When my time comes, will I feel like giving up? Just let the past have its place And move on to whatever is to come? When my time comes, how will I go? When my time comes, tell me how will I know? If the past is the past who's the winner In this fucking reality show? What is this feeling that I have Like I'm caught between the here and the now? Just some shitty midlife crisis That would bore even the steadiest crowd?