Tally marks on my window tell me how long I’ve been gone Never thought I would go to space and write the saddest song But I’m staring into that universe is making me feel small Like yeah I’m the Astronaut but I don’t feel involved Starting to rethink my job I’m dying for a call But these 9 to 5ers all retire after 5 o’clock Now it’s just me, myself, and all my shallow thoughts Is anybody out there that can help me make this stop
Like I haven’t bragged about myself in 12 or so days Going through withdrawals like and addict with the shakes
And I just want to know When could I come home Think I chased my whole dream just I could talk about it Now I’m on top of the world, and my motives are all clouded Like woah
I’m not really about this So alone And my ego is feeling crowded What a joke I missed the whole journey and adventures that surround it Solely focused on my fame instead of staying grounded Now my insecurity has no gravity around it And I’m doubting I’m doubting
Did I want to get out to find far away places Or was my pursuit about the clout And me becoming famous So far
The only thing I’ve found is that it’s lonely on a spaceship And I hate it Man I hate it I don’t know how much longer I can take it I don’t know how much longer I can take it Guess I’ll scratch another tally while I’m waiting