I think about it all the time

That I might run out of time

But I finally met my baby

And a baby might be mine

'cause maybe one day I might

If I don't run out of time

Would it give my life a new purpose?

I was walking around in stockholm, seriously thinking 'bout my future for the first time

It was ice cold

Playing demos on my iphone

I went to my friend's place and I met their baby for the first time

How sublime

What a joy, oh my, oh my

Standing there

Same old clothes she wore before, holding her child, yeah...

She's a radiant mother and he's a beautiful father

And now they both know these things that I don't.

I think about it all the time

That I might run out of time

But I finally met my baby

And a baby might be mine

'cause maybe one day I might

If I don't run out of time

Would it make me miss all my freedom?

I think about it all the time.

I-i think about it all the time

That I might run out of time

But I finally met my baby

And a baby might be mine

'cause maybe one day I might

If I don't run out of time

Would it give my life a new purpose?

I think about it all the time.

And they're exactly the same but they're different now

And I'm so scared I'm missing out on something

So, we had a conversation on the way home

Should I stop my birth control

'cause my career feels so small in the existential scheme of it all.

I think about it all the time.