The Other Two-Thirds - 651

Staring again at a small screen

While millions of dreams flood your head

As much as you hate to admit it

You’re stuck in a cycle that you might not escape ‘til you’re

Dead Can’t stop

Stop staring at my small screen

Eyes roll back

Into my head again

Please don’t tell yourself

It won’t get better than this

I’d like to be the person that keeps

Saying that it’s all worth it but

I really don’t know if you can win

Tell me we go with your sickness

As you inch your way toward 24

Yeah you could do this forever

But you have a gut feeling there

Just got to be something

More than life

Life staring at your small screen

Get ahold of your greed

Get ahold of your lust and your angst

You’re a full on adult god damnit

Why can’t you just set your own pace

Can’t believe everything that the media has you believe

You’ve still got the rest of your life left

Remember you’re only twenty th--

Please don’t tell yourself

It won’t get better than this

I’d like to be the person that keeps

Saying that it’s all worth it but

I really don’t know if we can win

Please don’t tell yourself

It won’t get better than this

I’d like to be the person that keeps

Saying that it’s all worth it but

I really don’t know if you can win