28 by The Michael Character Lyrics

Neat gin; the cheap shit
Miscue at the solo table
Go home early, get home late
I’m freakin’
No reason
Making breakfast weird, man
I’m sorry to harsh your vibe
Nothing’s felt right since last June
I’m sitting in the same chair
Working at the same school
I see the same people exactly like I used to
So why can’t I crack a fucking smile when I should do?

Ten months later I feel better—
Forward, out the door go
Ten months later
Washed up on the beach
Heartrate steady, breathing normal
I feel fine about my future
Still got a past to figure out
But I’ve got an act to get together
To be useful now
Still I wanna go back
I’ll be 26
Back when I gave a shit about the quality of the gig
Used to believe I was gonna get a doctorate
Now I can’t write for shit, I’m imposter-ing
Moonlight over the Wash n’ Dry
Gonna wait out the rest of my cycle
Like I’m gonna wait out the rest of my life—
Staring at a glass screen
Posture like a bread line father in the ‘30s
Now I wonder why it’s hard to say
This is exactly what I asked for
But I’m not sure I’m happy that I have it

So Peter got the condo in Colorado
And Lou, he fell in love
And all the hype bands got written up
In the taste-making blogs where the writing sucks
Yea, the writing sucks
I’m not jealous, oh…

But Wendy says that time is just a context
So it’s not too late
No use lamenting an unchecked box at 28
I’ve got a full-moon face;
Tomorrow I’ll wane
But not before a new day
Of staring at a glass screen
Posture like I know
Exactly
Where
I
Could
Be