THIEVES Quarter Life Crisis

I ve been wakin up, just hopin for an exit, from my quarter life, progressing without direction. I shamefully find self escape through arson aimed at trees, to silence the voice of my better half, a subconscious choir, screaming out at me, You re not grown up or old, stop living like your story s already been told. Sacrifice what you must. It s better than to live with opportunities And I m such a fool for believing that four years of lectures could give my life meaning.