(I was at my job, an overnight gig, feeling abysmal. I looked around my office and felt despondent, to put it lightly. I just felt like I was going nowhere and that this might be it for me. The culmination of my life chalked up to sustenance, stability, and a feigned feeling of actually being content. I had a blank piece of paper in front of me. I wrote the words " I get paid to be places I don't want to be". I didn't intend for that to be a lyric, nor any piece of poetry. I honestly just wrote what I couldn't say out loud. I stared at it for a few minutes, sighed, then went back to work. Later on, I found my best friend had rekindled a relationship with an old flame, and i counted the number of friends that began to dissipate into the future. I could see them there with families, and felt as though I was looking in at them, stuck in the past behind glass in some sort of zoo or exhibit. I felt like with each passing day I was being pulled away from that life, that future. I just felt like I couldn't keep up with all my friends who were just about grown up.)

I get paid to be places I don't want to be
I care about people who don't care about me
And I was never one for casual sex
Guess I'm all burnout, depressed, and bored to death

I get paid to be someone I don't want to be
I miss all the people that I'll never meet
I'd give every ounce until there's nothing left
Guess I'm all bledout, depressed, and bored to death

And there's a bigger picture
But I'm camera shy
And I could look that big bad future in the eye

And Jeff will be the first to start a family
Mel's probably getting married as we speak
And I'm caught off guard, left out in the dust
I can't keep up with growing up