My Degree
What is it that I want
Could you tell me what I need
Come this spring I'll walk off the stage and fall into the sea
Can no one can tell me why
My life feels like a race to die
And lately I've been making record time, but I
I want something to show for it
To prove that I have control in this
Is there something out there?
Is it calling me?
No one ever taught me how to listen to myself
Could I ever do more?
More than just one thing?
All those years I wasted so they'd hand me my degree
Do they belong to me?
I swear it's true
That lately I've been finding more and more ways to excuse
My mind, from reality
'Cus nothing's worse than looking towards a future
You can't ever seem to see, and that's why I
I want something to show for it
To prove that I have control in this
Is there something out there?
Is it calling me?
No one ever taught me how to listen to myself
Could I ever do more?
More than just one thing?
All those years I wasted so they'd hand me my degree
Do they belong to me?
Now I look back
Through the haze on
Heavy nights and empty days
But they kept me going
Every pointless thing
And now all that I want to say
Is something out there?
Is it calling me?
No one ever taught me how to listen to myself
Could I ever do more?
More than just one thing?
All those years I wasted so they'd hand me my degree
Yeah is there something out there?
Is it calling me?
No one ever taught me how to listen to myself
Could I ever do more?
More than just one thing?
All those years I wasted so they'd hand me my degree
Could you tell me what I need
Come this spring I'll walk off the stage and fall into the sea
Can no one can tell me why
My life feels like a race to die
And lately I've been making record time, but I
I want something to show for it
To prove that I have control in this
Is there something out there?
Is it calling me?
No one ever taught me how to listen to myself
Could I ever do more?
More than just one thing?
All those years I wasted so they'd hand me my degree
Do they belong to me?
I swear it's true
That lately I've been finding more and more ways to excuse
My mind, from reality
'Cus nothing's worse than looking towards a future
You can't ever seem to see, and that's why I
I want something to show for it
To prove that I have control in this
Is there something out there?
Is it calling me?
No one ever taught me how to listen to myself
Could I ever do more?
More than just one thing?
All those years I wasted so they'd hand me my degree
Do they belong to me?
Now I look back
Through the haze on
Heavy nights and empty days
But they kept me going
Every pointless thing
And now all that I want to say
Is something out there?
Is it calling me?
No one ever taught me how to listen to myself
Could I ever do more?
More than just one thing?
All those years I wasted so they'd hand me my degree
Yeah is there something out there?
Is it calling me?
No one ever taught me how to listen to myself
Could I ever do more?
More than just one thing?
All those years I wasted so they'd hand me my degree
Credits
Writer(s): Cole Maurer
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