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My facial hair has grown
I had more important things to do then shave
I keep running my hand threw my hair
As if the mop on my head would push thoughts away
It's time for us to grow up
The concept is childish and the words are bland
So hard to push myself in the right direction
I've been told to hurry up and wait
Told to rev my old busted engine
Then rust in the rain
As long as it runs
As long as it can go
I guess it really doesn't matter
I'll make it
The colors may turn brown and gray
I may become mediocre
A rugged version of commonplace
Then again I already look close enough
Surprising I haven't found addiction
A mellow to tie me to
As I grow up
I don't know much anymore
But reason started to show
If only for one misted thought
I squeeze my eyes shut
How am I suppose to know
What I'm talking about anyway
That's what my friends are for
How am I suppose to know what I'm good at
My girlfriend tells me
I should write a list around her
Maybe then I'd understand
Why I feel like a nuisance