It starts off the same for every week
And ends with a game on PS3
Pick something right out of the drawer
Then hold it up against the floor
Spew some junk about no sex
Then a vegan comes just to say Gex
At the desk, look like a hoarder
Surrounded by some big blue border
I just want to break the mold, to not follow a path
But every week, my life involves mentioning Barrel Blast
(It’s closing in) My screen is all burned in
(It’s closing in) I always have that stupid grin
(It’s closing in) And just like my virginity…
I’m worried this 1080p outline’s here for infinity
Does my whole life need a giant watermark?
I really truly never noticed something so stark?
These are some deep questions, this is getting too philosophical for me
Blue from feeling like I’m suffocating
To lay it on the line, it’s closing in on me
(It’s closing in) It’s always been this way?
(It’s closing in) Not sure if that’s okay…
(It’s closing in) Constantly, from day to day
To lay it on the line, it’s closing in on me