| Can it be that I’m just nervous
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| And you’ve just given up
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| Is it too much to ask for a little honesty here
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| We’ve been friends since we’ve woke up to
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| Cookie cutter houses grown on every lot
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| Property tax going up, wages not
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| Can it be that I’m just nervous
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| And you’ve just given up
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| We’ve got coffee on every corner
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| And phones with clash ringtones
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| Making 8 bucks and hour
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| Paying 800 to rent alone
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| The television is blinking in every room in the home
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| Commute getting longer
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| Car payments over due
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| Can it be that I’m just nervous
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| And you just do what you’ve got to do
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| We’re walking dogs without leashes
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| Past parked cars and busy streets
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| Next to no trespass signs
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| Blocking fields of perfect green
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| It’s the same old sinking feeling
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| That you don’t know what it means
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| But you feel like something is missing
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| Man you sure feel incomplete
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| I figure I’m just getting nervous
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| And you’re content just to leave it be
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| We feel no connection to our families
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| And our friends they’re really friends
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| We get together on holidays
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| And on occasional weekends
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| Playing with commitments
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| Proving useless in the end
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| What’s the point of always smiling
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| To help others finds content
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| You may say I’m getting nervous
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| I feel like I’m fucking caving in |