Closing In

It starts off the same for every week And ends with a game on PS3 Pick something right out of the drawer Then hold it up against the floor Spew some junk about no sex Then a vegan comes just to say "Gex" At the desk, look like a hoarder Surrounded by some big blue border I just want to break the mold To not follow a path But every week my life involves Mentioning Barrel Blast (It's closing in) My screen is all burned in (It's closing in) I always have that stupid grin (It's closing in) And just like my virginity I'm worried this 1080p outline's here for infinity (I'm on the border) Does my whole life need a giant watermark? (Of starting over) I truly really never noticed something so stark? (Why is it this way) These are some deep questions This is getting too philosophical for me (Blue from feeling like I'm suffocating) To lay it on the line, it's closing in on me (It's closing in) It's always been this way? (It's closing in) Not sure if that's okay... (It's closing in) Constantly from day to day To lay it on the line, it's closing in on me