Well I'm 25 and my brain is done evolving been
Revolving on this office chair surprised that I'm not growing
And the muse has been ignoring all of my texts
But I'm not dissecting messages I'm cashing some checks
Doing what you love is great but it's confusing
No excuse for being hindered, held by life it's your choosing
And this environment's conducive to subtracting and reducing
Sometimes an office seems seducing
I'm getting to the age where age doesn't mean much
Cause no one grows up we're awaiting symptoms
Rolling worries medicating on my own and when I
Wake up in the morning with no work I walk around bemoaned
And this nocturnal lifestyle leads
To certain roads and certain turtles
They return to shades perhaps where they belong
So you say these songs get sadder every year
Just consider that I sit here with intent to share some fears
I don't intend to share my figures but I'm moving so it's clear
That my depiction of myself is not as tough as life reveals
I'm getting to the age where age doesn't mean much
Cause no one grows up we're awaiting symptoms