Stop Telling Me I Have Time You Bastards

Everyone keeps telling me

"You're only 21."

"You're so young"

"You have time."

Like I don't know my own fucking age

and like I don't know I''ve got time

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I'm painfully aware I have time.

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I have got 60 more years of this shit left.

60 years of stress, worry and darkness

all washed down with pills I can't even pronounce the name of.

Time is not the comfort blanket you think it is

It's a fucking bitch

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A bitch I wished I'd appreciated while I had her

because I know I took her for granted

I let her pass me by, wasted years of her

crying on my bathroom floor over shit that didn't matter.

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aint it fucked up the way people will tell you that you have time

right up until the day you don't have time anymore

One minute it's just getting started

Then the next it's all over

Life I mean.

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One minute you're 18 and you're dreaming

the world is a football at your feet begging to be kicked

the next thing you know the dreams over

You're 22 sleeping in your childhood bedroom

picking up the pieces of your broken dreams

trying to work out where it all went wrong.

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Feeling like no time has passed

like nothing has moved on or changed

but also

like everything imaginable has changed

like every second not moving

is another second wasted.

Time is a fucking bitch

And I wish I'd fucked her harder.

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