Quarter Life Crisis

I'm having a quarter life crisis
Why does everybody laugh when I say that?
It's really not that funny

I can't figure out my ass from my face
If there is a difference
And I doubt there is

I get drunk off my tits
And everything seems all right
Until I wake up the next morning
Wishing I had died in the moment

In one of those hallucinogenic moments
When you figure out the solution to all the worlds problems
And when you turn to tell it to someone
It's gone

I wish I could say I was comfortably numb
But there's nothing comfortable about it at all

They tell me it's just a phase
I hope they're right

I can't sleep
And when I do I can't wake up

Sometimes I worry that
I'll forget to breathe
In my sleep
I worry a lot these days

And I love too easily
And lose too often
She told me she just wanted to be friends
I told her I had too many friends already

I told her I thought she was beautiful
But it really wasn't saying much
I told her I wanted to fuck her
But that really wasn't saying much either

And I don't know what I'm doing
Other than pounding my head against a wall
Of disillusionment

Everybody has begun
To personify a lesson
That I've already learned
Interaction is a broken record