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