Well, I'm 25
And my brain is done evolving
Been revolving on this office chair
Surprised that I'm not growing

And the muse has been ignoring all of my texts
But I'm not dissecting messages
I'm cashing some checks

Doing what you love is great but it's confusing
No excuse for being hindered, held by life it's your choosing
And this environment's conducive to subtracting and reducing
Sometimes an office seems seducing

I'm getting to the age where age doesn't mean much
'Cause no one grows up, we're awaiting symptoms

Rolling worries medicating on my own
And when I wake up in the morning
With no work I walk around bemoaned

And this nocturnal lifestyle leads to certain roads
And certain turtles they return to shade
Perhaps where they belong

So you say these songs get sadder every year
Just consider that I sit here with intent to share some fears
I don't intend to share my figures but I'm moving so it's clear
That my depiction of myself is not as tough as life reveals
I'm getting to the age where age doesn't mean much
'Cause no one grows up, we're awaiting symptoms