It's been ten years of investment
It's been one foot in and one out
It's been four days of all the shit
And I feel snuffed out
It's been thirty-three years of restraining
Of trying to control this tumult
How I did invest in such fantasy
But my nervous system has worn out
I feel done, I feel raked over coals
and all that remains is the case
That it's a bitch to grow up
I've repeated this dance ad nauseum1
There's still something to learn that I've not
I'm told to see this as divine perfection
But my bones don't feel this perfection
I feel done, I feel raked over coals
and all that remains is the case
That it's a bitch to grow up
I've spent life hovering above bottom
Thinking I can't survive what's below
But I've known through the kicking and screaming
That there was no other direction to go
I feel done, I feel raked over coals
and all that remains is the case
That it's a bitch to grow up
1. to [the point of] nausea