Post Graduation Oblivion

I lied about my major to a stranger on the bus

I'm pretty sure I'm aging poorly and I surely peaked too early

I'm about to greet my bitter end, craving the estrogen and minimum comfort

But I can't afford it

My head's in Oregon, my feet in California

I prefer my chest pains over my daily headaches

I've outgrown most that I've known, and I'm scared to reminisce

So I believe in nothing, and never felt this uncertain of anything in my life

All panic aside, I actually kinda like it

My canvas is the Void

I paint meaning on the meaningless all damn day

But that gets lonesome, and therein lies your

Right to occupy my bedroom

I promise that I won't make trouble I'll just listen

Tell me about your family, tell me your role models

And tell me how your caught up working towards the wrong goals

And tell me do you notice this blistering bliss apparent in our thoughts?

Maybe you don't, but I do

And after it I'm a sucker feeling sorry for everyone

Cheer up Paradise

I won't let it drain the passion from our lives

Quit your pity sighs

Oh I've got this funny feeling we'll be fine