I've got no job
I've got no car
Been living with the parents

I'm twenty-four
When I dream
I dream real big

I know I'm pathetic

When I stand alone

No one really knows
To busy with there goals
Something I have never known

When I attempt to grow
My efforts really blow
I throw these self-help books outside

My window.

When I'm on this road

Feel out of control
Don't know what I'm living for
It makes sense that I would

Pretend that I've got my life all together.

I've got no job

I've got no car
Been living with the parents
I'm twenty-four

When I dream
I dream real big
I know I'm pathetic


When I walk you home
You nod and say hello

But your lack of persistence
Is your way of saying no.
When I run the show

You laugh and make a joke
I never tapped into my true
Potiential oh no...


When I'm on this road
Feel out of control

Don't know what I'm living for
It makes sense that I would consent
And allow you to put my life together.


I know that I am not the man
That I could be.

Everyone I know has made it clear
Made it clear to me.


When I'm on this road
Feel out of control
Don't know what I'm living for

It makes sense that I would consent
And allow you to put my life together.
When I'm on this road...

When I'm on this road...