Woke Up Old

Things would seem less asinine

If I didn't leave the past behind

So instead, I held it to my face

And the past, it spat at me

Now I need ocular surgery

Because its venom it stings and permeates

"Rach, you seem spent

You should go lay down

You should take a break"

But I live on the block where I was born

And I get lost driving around the corner

I woke up old

I don't even know how I got here

I always seem to only be half there

I swear that I'll be late for my own wake

And you know, the strangest thing

It's manufactured, it's preconceived

How can one mind hold so many bad takes

And oh how I try

To just live for now

To not worry wild

But I keep myself up at night

Thinking about retirement

I woke up old

You can call it hard times, you can say my soul's been aged

But I know it's just my mind that keeps me running toward the grave

You can call it existential, you can call it nihilism

But just let me dwell for the next millennium

I'll drive myself crazy if it's the last thing I do

You'd do the same if you were me, wouldn't you?