I'm growing
Growing every more tired of everything
Had my quarter-life crisis in the summer
Just needs a couple of things but she's a runner
I fancy running away but my knees aren't on the same page
And I'm dying for a change of pace
I'm growing scared it's too late
The more I know
The less I'm sure about
Wonder if I'll ever figure myself out
I've got doubts I've got doubts I've got doubts
The storm's blowing
But it's winds of change I want to see
Cause reality's fostering apathy
I take comfort in my own mortality
Cause time's slowing
Or is it just the sameness of my days
But at least it's only four more decades
Oh I can't help feeling played
The more I know
The less I'm sure about
Wonder if I'll ever figure myself out
I've got doubts I've got doubts I've got doubts
And winter's closing
It's dark so soon
I lose my daylight to the office
Then it's back to my room
Is this all we're meant to do
I've got doubts
The more I know
The less I'm sure about
Wonder if I'll ever figure myself out
I've got doubts

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Writer(s): James Fletcher