Ittle headroom, same jealousy, same place as yesterday
I'm not such an old soul that I can't feel it
Am I trying too hard? am I holding you up?
I keep telling myself that soon enough
You won't see me, I won't even be around
Left town for a week and
It's getting clearer
So grim that the future's much bigger now
And I know this
Is pretty standard, that's fair
Nobody said i'd feel it, hard as if i hadn't tried
And i'm sticking around
And it's getting dull as i'm sticking around
Your plans bore me, your whole outlook annoys me
Am I trying too hard? am I holding you up?
I keep telling myself that soon enough
You won't see me, I won't even be around
Left town for a week and
It's getting clearer
So grim that the future's much bigger now