First Mile Last Mile by Gregor Samsa Lyrics

I'm not gonna fake this, I won't lie
There's something I'm missing
I'm not satisfied to just be
Waiting with my arms crossed
Bored and tired
There's a lack of interest I'm not keen on
Reading all of eighty-seven letters in a single day
I spent fourteen hours sleeping, dreaming
Hoping for a reason--a reason just to wake up, swallow more lies
Impersonate the layman, shake hands, wash hands
Pretend that I'm fine
Fear not, youth dies and it's here that you'll lie
Just stop wasting your time and pray faith keeps you alive

Fear not, youth dies it's so clear
There's not a thing we're missing here