Midlife

13th floor, 4 a.m., Manhattan
I'm just bored, same old things I'm having
Daydreams for future friends I'll never get
Have you ever had a dream
Record store, digging through the basket
Now I'm sure that I jumped over the
Hurdle, but there's a place I'll never get
Hold on, can't let it go
No fun, can't let it show
The money seems translucent
It isn't like I'll use it
They couldn't be more clueless
About me being useless
18th floor in Brooklyn, 1 a.m.
'Round the room, I'm looking for a friend
Seems to me these drunken teenage nights just have no end
Want an autograph, but have no pen
I don't wanna go through this again
Take a step outside, just close my eyes and count to ten
Hold on, can't let it go
No fun, can't let it show
The money seems translucent
It isn't like I'll use it
They couldn't be more clueless
About me being useless
Hold on, can't let it go
No fun, can't let it show
The money seems translucent
It isn't like I'll use it
They couldn't be more clueless
About me being useless



Credits
Writer(s): Nathan Askenazi
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