To the Class of-

I don’t have a plan and goddam do I need one now
My cigarette butts have too long been littering this town
I know that they’ll kill me if I don’t start putting them down
But maybe that’ll save me from having to figure life out
‘Cause I’m closer to this past than I am the future
Feeling less like an adult and more like a creature
My parents have given everything that they could to me
Maybe that’s why it’s been so hard for me to want to leave
Nevertheless, I have hidden some tricks up my sleeve
To get out their basement — the ceiling’s too low for my dreams
Still I’m closer to this past than I am the future
Feeling more like an adult still on the bleachers
What do I do in the meantime so I can get paid
Until I’m making money singing this song up on stage?
I guess I could find a job that lets me still sleep in late
So I could roll face and make it into work the next day
See I’m closer to this past than I am the future
Feeling less like an adult and more like a creature
I do want a family someday so this shit’s gotta stop
To give them the life that I’ve always been dreaming about
Getting there will take just a little bit of know-how
Which I’m learning by letting this chapter of life take its bow
Now I’m farther from this past than I am the future
Feeling less like an adult?
I didn’t either