There isn't much to justify all my hours given away
Were they given much worth?
Soaked with unsurity
My purpose is it really there to carry me through commitment
(To this cause)
Or will I spend all of my life climbing this ladder
And only to find it
Against the wrong wall
Will I be proud?
There is not a lot left of me, I can't keep pretending
Existing is the sad way that I like living
Keep on pushing it all off, ensure mediocrity
Like I have plenty of time to keep on wasting
This stays over all the days itching and inevitable
Even after all this life has given me
I'm making my way
Getting back to what I thought I should be
Nothing left to say
Until we see that these things aren't the same
We're finding our way, we're finding our way
There is not a lot left of me, I can't keep pretending
Existing is the sad way that I like living
Keep on pushing it all off, ensure mediocrity
Like I have plenty of time to keep on wasting
There's only so much
That I can give away
There's less and less
That's making me stay
There's only so much
That I can give away
There's more and more
That's making me stray
There is not a lot left of me, I can't keep pretending
Existing is the sad way that I like living
Keep on pushing it all off, ensure mediocrity
Like I have plenty of time to keep on wasting
There's only so much that I can give away
There's more and more that's making me stray
