Couple miles from my new life,
Thousands from my home.
Forced to rely on all I know
But all I know is a joke.
I can hear my mom say “Son you can’t give up”
As I’m pulling over because I might just throw up.
So I grit my teeth, dust off my sleeves,
I’m feeling hopeless, I may need to eat.
All my friends keep texting “When will you be home?”
Man I don’t know.
I’ll figure that out tomorrow.
Oh what an awkward life I’ve made.
A future forged by silly dreams and a fairy tale masquerade.
Trying to survive on my trade,
Armed with fear and an education I probably overpaid.
Every week I’m in a different state.
State of mind and through state lines, there’s friends at every gate.
But I don’t want to wait.
Say man, I’ll see you in New York.
Ok, I’ll meet you in Austin.
Oh yeah, I see you in Charlotte.
Ok, let’s meet up in Boston.
Tomorrow is my year, oh,
I’d shout out but I’m waiting for
Anxiety to quiet down inside me.
But I’ll wait and see,
With some luck I won’t **** this up
Because I’ll be home this week.
