24 Songtext
von Motion Sick

I′ve got stacks of paper and pens
But the writing's on the walls
I can′t even solve my problems
So how could I write this song
About being older or wiser
While living with my mom
I've got class three times a week
But my life feels so fucking stalled


Can we talk progress, the lack of
And everything between
Some days feel so productive
If I'm not tearing at the seams
I can′t focus or sit still
God knows what′s with me
I keep dwelling on the past
As well as who I couldn't be
I just wish I could be something more

But what the fuck is being something more
I′d count these lucky stars if I could make it to twenty-four
And who's to say I′m in desperate need of change
I'm depressed and I′m exhausted
But I'm not one that you can save and that's okay

But what the fuck is being something more
I′d count these lucky stars if I could make it to twenty-four
And who′s to say I'm in desperate need of change
I′m depressed and I'm exhausted
But I′m not one that you can save and that's okay