Goals written down
in front of me
i'm starting to forget them

now i can't sleep
lights on at 10
i'm starting to embrace it
i'm starting to become like him

i'm wasting time (he's out at 9)
waiting to die (he's back at 4)
i'm getting to complacent (he drank as much)
(as he could)

oh i fear
that next year
i'll change
i'll turn
into you.