the game of LIFE
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The game of Life, come let’s play
A new fun way to pass the day
The rules are clear, you can’t go back,
Only forward or so they say
But there’s a catch, here’s the deal:
You’re insecure with each inhale
So spin the wheel, and just enjoy
Seeing your friends move spaces
as you stay still, because there’s no future for you
On Sunday, another couple is engaged
On Monday, my LinkedIn classmate got raise
On Tuesday, one missed call about my loans
On Wednesday, I scream at every stop sign driving home
On Thursday, “Daddy do I have a future?!?!?!”
On Friday, existential crisis in the shower
On Saturday, I hammock to feel held
By Sunday, I guess I’m back to square 1
People said, “it’s just your age,
You’ll understand your path someday”
I was twelve then, now double that
I still have nothing figured out
What once was bright, is now all dull
And what is left is just a shell of who I want to be,
can someone reassure me?
watch
listen
lyrics:
The game of Life, come let’s play
A new fun way to pass the day
The rules are clear, you can’t go back,
Only forward or so they say
But there’s a catch, here’s the deal:
You’re insecure with each inhale
So spin the wheel, and just enjoy
Seeing your friends move spaces
as you stay still, because there’s no future for you
On Sunday, another couple is engaged
On Monday, my LinkedIn classmate got raise
On Tuesday, one missed call about my loans
On Wednesday, I scream at every stop sign driving home
On Thursday, “Daddy do I have a future?!?!?!”
On Friday, existential crisis in the shower
On Saturday, I hammock to feel held
By Sunday, I guess I’m back to square 1
People said, “it’s just your age,
You’ll understand your path someday”
I was twelve then, now double that
I still have nothing figured out
What once was bright, is now all dull
And what is left is just a shell of who I want to be,
can someone reassure me?
On Sunday, I ask Jesus, “Do you love me?”
On Monday, “Mom, will i amount to something?”
On Tuesday, I text my sister, “Am I pretty?”
On Wednesday, “When will this hole be filled up?”
On Thursday, I sob into my pillow
On Friday, Mitski’s voice spills out my window
On Saturday, I wander town just to see people
And by Sunday, I’m back to square 1
We gotta go back to square 1,
and the weeks just drag on
and the tempo slows down
and uncertainty drowns out every day
On Sunday, I ask God, “Where you at though?”
On Mondays, “Friend, will I ever be enough?”
On Tuesday, “Sis, I think I’ll die alone”
On Wednesday, I sing my worries to my phone
On Thursday, I panic scrolling Facebook
On Friday, I pretend that I have friends
On Saturday, don’t got a lover by my side
So by Sunday, I’m back to square 1
Don’t panic love
Go slow because
this game of life is really tough
Just take a pause,
no matter what know that you are always loved
You’re not behind
Life isn’t timed
Comparison has gotta stop
Don’t score yourself in the game of life
It’s time to close the board up
On Monday, “Mom, will i amount to something?”
On Tuesday, I text my sister, “Am I pretty?”
On Wednesday, “When will this hole be filled up?”
On Thursday, I sob into my pillow
On Friday, Mitski’s voice spills out my window
On Saturday, I wander town just to see people
And by Sunday, I’m back to square 1
We gotta go back to square 1,
and the weeks just drag on
and the tempo slows down
and uncertainty drowns out every day
On Sunday, I ask God, “Where you at though?”
On Mondays, “Friend, will I ever be enough?”
On Tuesday, “Sis, I think I’ll die alone”
On Wednesday, I sing my worries to my phone
On Thursday, I panic scrolling Facebook
On Friday, I pretend that I have friends
On Saturday, don’t got a lover by my side
So by Sunday, I’m back to square 1
Don’t panic love
Go slow because
this game of life is really tough
Just take a pause,
no matter what know that you are always loved
You’re not behind
Life isn’t timed
Comparison has gotta stop
Don’t score yourself in the game of life
It’s time to close the board up