Goody Grace - Quarter-Life Stagnation

Born alone, hope I don't die this way
Been running for a thousand days
Going nowhere fast
Thought I found
Love within the midwest skies
But comfort hidden in disguise
Has no chance to last

Well dreams don't always come
True the way you always thought they would
I'm twenty something stoned
With some girl I met in Hollywood
But she don't make me feel at home like you
Still I can't help my

Self deprecation
Stuck self medicating
So tired of this
Quarter life stagnation

Born alone
And maybe that's how I'll remain
Beauty hidden in the pain
Keeps me holding on
Born to roam
Love is in the rearview mirror
Everybody disappears
Once the summers gone

No nothing makes me feel like home these days
So I can't help my

Self deprecation
Stuck self medicating
So tired of this
Quarter life stagnation