What has you low?
I'd expect as usual you know
What would happen if you don't?
Through all the mess
It's best when played close to the chest
If a heart must be worn, he'll go sleeveless
And you think it's a quarter life crisis
But who's to say if it is what it is
I don't mean to wax optimistic
But lately you can make it sound as if
You don't even know if you exist
I've been over all the specifics
Given to reasons scientific
To put him down
But don't count him out
Don't count you out
A natural action
Pushing on the bounds of reaction
Oh no she goes
We're captive you see
Creatures of our own sociology
How'd we expect to not be just a little bit crazy
And you called in a quarter life crisis
But who's to say if it is what it is
I don't mean to wax optimistic
Lately you can make it sound as if
You don't even know if you exist
I've been over all the specifics
Given to reasons scientific
To put him down
But don't count him out
Don't count you out