These illusions of myself on my best days
Aren't exactly what I want to be remembered for
What do I get for my patience and my take on adulthood?

Just a picture of a million times regret

These days I'm missing everything, so close it can make you go insane

Try now, it might work better this time, I wanted to not have to wait

I might die tomorrow, tomorrow came early

Time moves so slow, please don't remind me

These convictions don't mean %#@! when they no longer work for you

A little less time spent on others while you indulge and choose to self-absorb
No I won't, I don't think that's the best way to spend what little time I have
Oh well, who knows? I don't get it, my ability to reason is moot


These are the days