Quarterlife Crisis

I feel I've got many years to find the things that make me happy
As I stare at the sea, currents of regret splash on misery
Deep, profound, and complete
The feelings that come over me

I'm like a ship lost at sea
I'm like a bird with no wings
I'm running circles again
I'm getting older
And as I reflect back on when I was kid
I can still hear your words

I feel like I've got no home
Moving around to different places
My stomach keeps telling me that I can't stay in one place
Can't stay in one place
Deep, profound, and complete
The feelings that come over me

I'm like a ship lost at sea
I'm like a bird with no wings
I'm running circles again
I'm getting older
And as I reflect back on when I was kid
I can still hear your words