You want to meet?

Man
I have talked so much and done so little.
How am I supposed to look you in the eye?
And you are going drive up to hang out with me?
To look at me?
To hang out with me?
So I can tell you what?
I hate my job?
Or that I am living with my parents?
Or how I am scared of the chairman?
Imagine that, scared of a man that breathes the same air as me.
Or that everyday life slips me by?
Not in some dramatic way.
But in a 70 minute commute, 10 hour work day, 70 minute commute, 20 minutes of eating and 3 hours of internet surfing kinda way?
Is that what you want to hear?
How bout that I find it hard to look in the mirror?
Or that I haven’t made love to wife for a month?
But that I need her more than anything?
Does that sound like pleasant chatter?
Or do you want to go deeper?
Like I have binges on porn to give me a dopamine kick?
Or that I buy coffee and caramel slices from different cafes during the work day so I can get away from my desk? Or is it to get through the day? That sugar rush.
Or that I talk to myself on the platform?
Ever think about walking that line bruh?
Did you?
Cause it’s there, always waiting, lurking and it’s always going to be there.
All falls down
But not yet
Not yet
Cause I don’t die