I feel a lot of pain Like this world has tried to constrain Me for so long And I keep stretching…. I keep stretching my fingers against its elastic Walls, but they only give so much And then they bounce back into place And my hands knock me in the face With such a force as if the laws of motion Are trying to tell me that life Keeps going. And I can’t escape.
No I can’t escape.
In a bubble of democracy And coffee shops that only serve Three sizes and if you want a muffin That’s gonna be 2 bucks extra, but I only Have a five dollar bill and I’d Still like to be able to leave a tip.
In a box of learning and All my pencils keep breaking And everyone else is using Those ****** mechanical Ones and they won’t Share with me. And I fall behind because I keep Getting up to sharpen mine While they all keep listening.
I’m stuck in a perpetual world of progress And the cogs that keep turning Are grinding my soul into A paste that I want to take and Shove into the machine that We all call life.
No I can’t escape.
Stuck in a world of Endless ticking seconds And I feel every Single One While my syncopated heart beats Continue to tell me I’m alive But just barely.
I’m just barely holding on In this world that Waits for no one. It won’t stop, even if You beg the world clock On your cell phone to quit keeping Such a detailed measure of how Far ahead of you everyone else Is.