Dying In America (Live)

I'm chasing the clock
Trying to keep up
But I'm not getting any younger

Tell her to slow down
That I want to stick around
And the same goes for my mother

I can't help but feel this way
What more do I need
When nothing is guaranteed
I love my friends but we barely speak
I've got a job I don't want to keep
My eyes trace the ceiling
I hear a meeting
Advertising a presbyterian experience
Maybe I need this
'Cause I've lost all meaning

I'm chasing the clock
Trying to keep up
But I'm not getting any younger

Tell her to slow down
That I want to stick around
And the same goes for my mother

Admittedly I lost myself
Living like I want to be anyone else
Until you figured me out
(Until you figured me out)
Think I'm on a comedown
What's the point of acting like I'm so profound, oh
(I'm gonna turn it around)
Still afraid I'm a waste of time
A burden on all their minds
But I'm constantly, subconsciously, considering what's killing me
And I'm feeling it

I'm chasing the clock
Trying to keep up
But I'm not getting any younger

Tell her to slow down
That I want to stick around
And the same goes for my mother

Call it a free for all
Ignorance at city hall
Find salvation in a mall
Another victim that's at fault

Cigarettes and sunscreen
Addicted to the slot machines
Find out she's homecoming queen and I'm

I'm chasing the clock
Trying to keep up
But I'm not getting any younger

Tell her to slow down
That I want to stick around
And the same goes for my mother

I'm not getting any younger