Ollie, your plans have been delayed
I see it in your face that you're afraid
To waste away or brace to fail
It crushes you and now you can't inhale
Old dread, undead creeping in
A quarter-life crisis
Ollie, when will you begin?
Is this what your life is?
Old dread, undead
Betrayed, beleaguered and bereft
Gotta make the best of all that you've got left
You can't live a lie or lie in wait
You still cannot force or change the course of fate
I know it feels like
Ollie, this is your time
And you've been missing it
Stuck planning out your life
Instead of living it