Finish Line

[Verse 1]
I don't like "professional"
But I always try my best, you know that it's true
Again my best is bested
Always leave them second guessing, 'til we're through
Tapered jeans and maple leaves
The recipe for make believe
The culture makes it everything
I see nobody ending things
I'm losing what I'm gaining back
I'm having constant stress attacks
I've got no goal, no finish line
Just sitting back, drinking and wasting time

[Verse 2]
Can't make these too personal
Or I start to feel I've lost control, oh no
And it just makеs it worse to know
You hear, and think it's just another show
You kеpt quiet, holding out
For something to be mad about
I'd say hello, you'd walk away
Ignoring all I had to say
I tried until the bitter end
To be okay, to be your friend
It's nice to want more time to spend
But I can't risk falling in love again