We still live in the same town, well, don't we?
But I don't see you around anymore
I go to all the same places, not even a trace of you
Your days are numbered at 24

And I'm getting bored waiting 'round for you
We're not getting any younger, and I
Won't look back 'cause there's no use
It's time to move forward

I feel no sympathy
You live inside a cave
You barely get by the rest of us, you're trying
There's no need to apologize
I've got no time for feeling sorry

But I try not to think of what might happen
When your reality, it finally cuts through
Well as for me, I got out and I'm on the road
The worst part is that this (This)
This could be you