No, there's not enough windows, there's not enough time
There's a person who hates me inside of my mind
Who's repeating the same tired line, "You don't deserve the gold"
And I need a clean slate, so I set up a date
And I wait and I wait and I wait and
I wait, and I wait 'til it's far too late to get ready to go
If this is it
It don't fit
But I'll grow into it
If this is real, why do I feel like I'm faking it?
I got emails to send, I got friendships to mend
Generational cycles that I gotta end
I got lumps of emotions got deep down in my throat
I got laundry to fold, let me do what I'm told
Or I'll scroll, and I'll scroll and I'll scroll and I'll scroll
And I'll scroll 'til I'm far too old to even get the jokes
If this is it
It don't fit
But I'll grow into it
If this is real, why do I feel like I'm faking it?
I am a fool
Just tell me the rules
It's the reason I did good in school?
Graduated with honors in bullshit, I'm faking it
Is this really it?
Will I ever fit?
Tell me I'll grow into it
Guess this is real
Guess we all feel like we're faking it
