[Lyric] It’s Getting Late (Living Arrangement)

My unkempt stubble grazes my hand
What can I do?
I don’t want to be a man

But I guess change is good
And maybe this is growth
It’s just hard for myself and I to know
My body is a prison with no jail cell

I don’t know what’s going on anymore
I don’t know what’s going on

I talked to a boy I liked
I don’t know anything anymore
I talked to a girl I liked
I don’t know anything anymore

So how is your job search going?
I’m still waiting to hear back from my applications
Yeah hopefully I find something stable and steady
But also I don’t wanna kill myself every two seconds there
I do not think that will be possible
Where are you going next year?
Oh, that’s pretty cool I guess
Yeah I’m just staying here
Everything is moving around me
It’s hard to be in control of anything
Though at the same time, I’m in control of everything

I talked to a boy I liked
I don’t know anything anymore
I talked to a girl I liked
I don’t know anything anymore