Quarter-Life Crisis

Alarm, six o’clock
Snooze twice, then I’m up
Same job since seventeen
Same shampoo, rinse, repeat
Maybe it’s a quarter-life crisis
Youth is a beautiful curse
Maybe it’s a step in the journey
On my way back to the earth
Maybe I’m giving up
Maybe I’m getting things right for once
Time has a face, but no eyes that can see
His hands flail around mechanically
Maybe it’s a quarter-life crisis
Youth is a beautiful curse
Maybe it’s a step in the journey
On my way back to the earth
Maybe I’m giving up
Maybe I’m getting things right for once
Alarm, six o’clock
Snooze twice, then I’m up