I guess I figured my life would be different I'd be on my own by now, I'd be self sufficient independent but that obviously isn't the case because I still occupy my parents space. I can't find a job though not through lack of looking, so I can't move out and start my train really moving

I keep feeling unacceptably inadequate to even exist any longer I keep asking myself "what am I doing?" Why am I still here? What in the hell went wrong? innocence feels so long ago and it does show how jaded and jarred and frostbitten and hard my heart has become of the years through the anger guitar playing and tears, and by my next birthday I might be drowning these feelings out Not in ink but in beer.

Or maybe I could finally get myself together and strike out alone a noble warrior finally having his own throne
You make me laugh imagination... maybe I need to get into my own zone