Quarter Life

Time is the sand i can’t grasp
Everything falls through the cracks in my hands
The sand hits the glass and there isn’t much left
I feel as plain as the walls
My age clings to my frame
And i still feel as plain as the walls that i’m staring at
It’s about time and it’s not on my side
All this time i’ve been occupied with the hands dealt and i thought that the
deck would never run out
I thought that the deck wouldn’t run out
Some times we’re too hard on ourselves
But most times i hate myself
It’s about time and it’s not on my side
All this time i’ve been occupied with the hands dealt and i thought that the
deck would never run out
I thought that the deck wouldn’t run out