Closing In

VERSE:

It starts off the same for every week

And ends with a game on PS3

Pick something right out of the drawer

Then hold it up against the floor

Spew some junk about no sex

Then a vegan comes just to say Gex

At the desk, look like a hoarder

Surrounded by some big blue border

I just want to break the mold, to not follow a path

But every week, my life involves mentioning Barrel Blast

PRE-CHORUS:

(It’s closing in) My screen is all burned in

(It’s closing in) I always have that stupid grin

(It’s closing in) And just like my virginity…

I’m worried this 1080p outline’s here for infinity

CHORUS:

I’m, on the border

Does my whole life need a giant watermark?

Of, starting over

I really truly never noticed something so stark?

Why, is it this way?

These are some deep questions, this is getting too philosophical for me

Blue from feeling like I’m suffocating

To lay it on the line, it’s closing in on me

OUTRO:

(It’s closing in) It’s always been this way?

(It’s closing in) Not sure if that’s okay…

(It’s closing in) Constantly, from day to day

To lay it on the line, it’s closing in on me