Premature Mid-Life Crisis

I search for what is right and with everyday I fight

For what I feel needs to be done

The years keep slipping by I try to

Get the most out of my life

There are many places I've gone wrong



I've been my worst enemy

Wading through the shit and stink

Turning out incomplete



I was refusing to grow up paving the road to hell

but still I lived according to my will

I thought of a career objective and gained a new perspective

playing punk rock's a non-transferable skill