Life Is Not A Waiting Room

I stand alone on the verge of 24
I cannot doubt, I'm left unsure
Everyone I know has a casket made
Their plots picked out, their roads are paved

Do I still have time to make mistakes?
Is this the point where I bend or break?
Am I too far gone to medicate
Is this a birth or is this a wake?

There was a part of me,
That I lost when i was 17
I can't get back
The innocence I gave to seats
In between Jersey plates
Was just an act

I would slit my throat and blindly through my life
Desperate I am matched with two black eyes
At the mouth of a river people sit,
With concrete shoes, ready to jump in.

Do I still have time to chase my dreams?
Or did that pass, sail out and leave?
Is there still room for me to grow?
Or is this few all that I know?

There was a part of me,
That I lost when I was 17
I cant get back
The innocence I gave to seats
In between Jersey plates
Was just an act

Sometimes I want, to just give in
Accept the answers without a question
Its easier, I must confess
To treat this life like its a waiting room for death
How can I make sense of this mess?
I'll Share my emptiness, with a glass
It's my best bet for happiness

There was a part of me,
That I lost when I was 17
I cant get back
The innocence I gave to seats
In between Jersey plates
Was just an act

There was a part of me,
That I lost when I was 17
I cant get back
The innocence I gave to seats
In between Jersey plates
Was just an act