#future feels

Has it come to this? We're stuck in the weeds I get it, I'm not perfect, I was never trying to be If we really only ever get one chance to burn I gotta trip before I can see the finish How else would I learn? I wanna know, how is it you do it?

I was raised up believing I was somehow unique Like a snowflake distinct among snowflakes, unique in each way you can see And now after some thinking, I'd say I'd rather be A functioning cog in some great machinery serving something beyond me But I don't, I don't know what that will be I'll get back to you someday soon you will see What's my name, what's my station, oh, just tell me what I should do If I know only one thing, it's that everything that I see Of the world outside is so inconceivable often I barely can speak Yeah I'm tongue-tied and dizzy and I can't keep it to myself What good is it to sing helplessness blues, why should I wait for anyone else?