and she asks - where will you be in 8 years? - and my mind goes blank - and i fear a little - as to what my future holds - i have some ideas - but nothing that clear - to take my fears away - and this is just one more - thing to worry about - one more issue - to add to this list - and this life couldnt become more complex - and it does - oh it does - more meaning placed on what i do these days - and its not getting any easier - how i like to eat up - how i like to drink up - how i like to strum such chords - how i like to express my innerself - in these words - these words are mine - all mine - and youve come to take it away from me - and youve come to take it away - and youve come to take it - times moving on(times moving forward) - this adjusting is so complex - times moving on(times moving forward) - its this growing up i guess - thats made my life a fucking mess - but like ive said before - ill hang in there - for whatever else - is in store - and its not getting - oh its not getting - its not getting any easier - family - friends - jobs - what she said - when are we hanging out - when will i be dead - school - booze - music - what has been said - what lies ahead