All change – we’re so sorry to deceive you,
Goodbye – there’s no reason left to keep you,
Please be sure to return the knife when they’ve stabbed you in the back…
Tough luck – we’re gonna treat you like you’re worthless,
Get a grip; get a reason and a purpose,
It gets harder to focus picking yourself up off the floor…
And you realise this must be the quarter-life crisis,
You won’t open your eyes, and second guess everything you see,
You don’t want to know your place, and don’t know where you’re going,
Only here and now counts as reality – just take the money and run…
Burn out – you’re giving in to the suppression,
Shut down – it wasn’t worth all the aggression,
The question screams in the back of your head, “could it really get any worse?”
Reassess – figure out what leaves you jaded,
Rebuild – change something if you hate it,
Go back to the simple things and get distracted from the grind…
Now you’re getting sick of being in quarter-life crisis,
Time to open your eyes and be surprised at the things you see,
Just try to find your place and work out where you’re going,
What you want is your choice,
It could be a reality, or at least contingency,
Get your mind made up – just take the money and run…
Don’t let them make you think you’re worthless,
Get a grip; get a reason and a purpose,
Take care of the simple things and…
Now you’re finally steering clear of quarter-life crisis,
You’ve opened your eyes and taken stock of the things you see,
You just find your place and work out where you’re going,
It’s never too late, make it a reality,
Simplistically, unapologetically,
Get your fucking mind made up – just take the money and run…