One who May Ascend (OMA) - Quarter Life Crisis lyrics

[Hook: One who May Ascend] I'm running out of options, I'm running out of time So tell me what to do, because I can't make up my mind I'm running out of options, I'm running out of time So tell me what to do, because I can't make up my mind [Verse 1: One who May Ascend] It's that feeling you feel when sh** gets real since you didn't finish That pesky paper work Projects the boss checks, and you hate the jerk But fell asleep in your messy desk seat and you're late for work Alarm clock ringing your heart stopped beating And you're not breathing Your thoughts begin racing you cannot speak in… But when in doubt, breathe in and out Air goes in through the nose then out through the mouth Works a k**er, but something we can't quite live without And once you lose it, you can't get it back Headaches got me feeling like dead weight zombie panic attacks Red eyes and I haven't met my dead line Before bed time I'll bet 5 billion beds been lost Due to mind k**ing dead-end jobs Hyperventilating like you're in the grave with Alzheimer's Since your alls eyes are on fire from five or six all-nighters [Verse 2: One who May Ascend] I step in the shower Hoping I don't have to take a test in hour So I'm stressing out now because I don't know, and I don't want to care And if I took it now, well then I'd go unprepared With no underwear, no wonder we're So unprepared I don't even really know what I want to go wear Is life worth living with so much unfairness? And I was going to go where? It's 10:30 but I'm not finna worry because I'm not in a hurry I had a cla** at eight, as a matter of fact, I'm late So I'm in a rush Oh! I missed the bus So I missed my cla** why? oh…. Just because Now It's my a** work at one? Aim for four I was going to be on time but I ain't no more “You've been late a lot lately” yes, I realize that But that doesn't mean you've gotta Make me feel like crap [Verse 3: One who May Ascend] Why am I taking cla**es against my will? Fear But I'm still here what is my deal? Tears Fall from my sh** face at a solemn quiet pace How come life just tastes so dull? My mind in a violet place; If I slit my wrists wide open With knives which slice in my throat ten Times then died, then I don't have to go to school Oh, yes you do – Really? Even when I'm soaked in My own blood? Why? For what? I only stink up the cla** here plus they seem to think a bit faster While I'm on the brink of disaster Where the border line is This is a cautionary tale kids oft know very well; The more your life is like this The likelier you're going through a quarter life crisis