Manage me, I'm a mess, turn a page, I'm a book half unread. I want to be laughed at, laughed with, just because I want to feel weightless and that should be enough. But I'm stuck in this fucking rut, waiting on a second hand pick-me-up and I'm over getting older. If I could just find the time then I would never let another day go by. I'm over getting old.Maybe it's not my weekend, but it's gonna be my year. I'm so sick of watching while the minutes pass as I go nowhere. And this is my reaction to everything I fear 'cause I've been going crazy. I don't want to waste another minute here. Make believe that I impress, that every word by design turns a head. I wanna feel reckless, wanna live it up, just because I want to feel weightless cause that would be enough. This could be all I've waited for, this could be everything. I don't want to dream anymore.