Closing In

VERSE: It starts off the same for every week And ends with a game on PS3 Pick something right out of the drawer Then hold it up against the floor Spew some junk about no sex Then a vegan comes just to say Gex At the desk, look like a hoarder Surrounded by some big blue border I just want to break the mold, to not follow a path But every week, my life involves mentioning Barrel Blast PRE-CHORUS: (It’s closing in) My screen is all burned in (It’s closing in) I always have that stupid grin (It’s closing in) And just like my virginity… I’m worried this 1080p outline’s here for infinity CHORUS: I’m, on the border Does my whole life need a giant watermark? Of, starting over I really truly never noticed something so stark? Why, is it this way? These are some deep questions, this is getting too philosophical for me Blue from feeling like I’m suffocating To lay it on the line, it’s closing in on me OUTRO: (It’s closing in) It’s always been this way? (It’s closing in) Not sure if that’s okay… (It’s closing in) Constantly, from day to day To lay it on the line, it’s closing in on me