Donu0027t think I can survive another swing and a miss
Iu0027m beginning to think Iu0027m not cut out for this
Iu0027m not sure Iu0027ll find another home run hit
Might give it one more try and then Iu0027ll give in

Maybe I should work
At the Chinese restaurant
Let my hair grow to my knees
Till any memory of the old me is dead and gone

Was someone gonna tell me Iu0027m a full grown man?
Look me in the eyes instead of holding my hand
Spent twenty-five years planting seeds
Just to get lost in the weeds
While somebody online tells me to do the best I can and thatu0027s enough

Oh thatu0027s enough now
Iu0027m out of luck
Iu0027m out of luck now

Maybe I should work
At the Chinese restaurant
Let my hair grow to my knees
Till any memory of the old me is dead and gone

Was someone gonna tell me Iu0027m full of shit?
You make all of the shots that you donu0027t miss
Keep your eyes fixed on the ceiling
Donu0027t you blink donu0027t think of peeling
Them away just fight the feeling
That you might not amount to anything
At all

Maybe I should work
At the Chinese restaurant
Let my hair grow to my knees
Till any memory of the old me is dead and gone