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

I'm, on the border
(does my whole life need a giant watermark?)
Of, starting over
(I truly really never noticed something so stark)
Why, is it this way
(there are some deep questions
this is getting too philosophical for me)
Blue from feeling I'm suffocating
The lay it on the line
It's closing it on me!
(Hey y'all, Scott here)

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