Quarter Life

Smoke twirls as I feel like Imma hurl Six late nights out of Seven, I'm nocturnal Not sure I'll get to heaven at the end of this world And uh, I need a furlough from this workload Stress burrows into my spine, makin' it curled I don't think I can run from the hordes of Horrible zombies foraging guts They say I'm doing more than enough And tell me to act normal for what So I can be cool with people who would've stolen my lunch Back in high school when I was alone with my stuff F*ck that Get barbwire fashioned around my neck My demons fattened and now I'm dead It always happens when I start feeling blessed Can you suggest a therapist for this heretic depressed From all his feelings suppressed I guess, I guess I just need to fake it No matter how you shape it Im forsaken Even if I make it, is anything sacred Is anything sacred, wish I could see someone naked See beauty instead of porn images serenadin' inside my brain And I could be okay with the changes Of people's faces, places, and different life stages Below the poverty line, and they still tax my wages The clocks sways and everyone's getting angry No homeostasis, nobody on the same wavelength Clout chasers, I don't care what they think I wanna make something amazing Trying to be a shooting star, but asteroids are fuckin' grazing So much bitterness I'm tasting My idols gave me passion that I see never fading I don't know what awaits me, I'll keep drawing without tracing I'll keep making colorful paintings through words As these emotions keep blazing I'll keep making colorful paintings through words As these emotions keep blazing