I'm feeling sort of blue, today
Missing friends, they've all gone away
Everyone is growing up and out
But I am still here, stuck in a roundabout
Circling around, going nowhere,
Always back to that same first square
When will it change, when I grow into an adult?
I like your photos, but they feel like an insult
No house, no babies, no marriage,
No dream life with a horse drawn carriage
I am just here
On my patio, with a beer
Watching the world pass on by
Time can't choose whether to stall or fly
So it does both, each in the wrong way
I'm feeling sort of blue today.