Chinese Restaurant

Don’t think I can survive another swing and a miss

I’m beginning to think I’m not cut out for this

I’m not sure I’ll find another home run hit

Might give it one more try and then I’ll give in

Maybe I should work

At the Chinese restaurant

Let my hair grow to my knees

Till any memory of the old me is dead and gone

Was someone gonna tell me I’m a full grown man?

Look me in the eyes instead of holding my hand

Spent twenty-five years planting seeds

Just to get lost in the weeds

While somebody online tells me to do the best I can and that’s enough

Oh that’s enough now

I’m out of luck

I’m out of luck now

Maybe I should work

At the Chinese restaurant

Let my hair grow to my knees

Till any memory of the old me is dead and gone

Was someone gonna tell me I’m full of shit?

You make all of the shots that you don’t miss

Keep your eyes fixed on the ceiling

Don’t you blink don’t think of peeling

Them away just fight the feeling

That you might not amount to anything

At all

Maybe I should work

At the Chinese restaurant

Let my hair grow to my knees

Till any memory of the old me is dead and gone