Prone to Wander

There you are
20 something
High school's been gone a while
But part of you never could go

Friends are getting married
Buying houses, settling down
You've got your car,
And a part time job in this town

So don't say to me
You're doing fine and have never been better
Your feet aren't prone to wander
And I've never been prone to believe you

So see what you see
Live all your dreams
But part of it feels hollow
And you don't know what to do

So don't say to me
You're doing fine and have never been better
Your feet aren't prone to wander
And I've never been prone to believe you

I know what they say
You'll find your place someday
But right now it doesn't seem that way
And I know I can't convince you

So don't say to me
You're doing fine and have never been better
Your feet aren't prone to wander
And I've never been prone to believe you

I got off a long Skype call with a friend I haven't talked to in a long time. She had her kids around her and her life is well on the way to how a life should be. I guess it's in my genes and I'm ready to settle down and raise a family, but it's just not there. I wrote this from the perspective of someone outside looking in, maybe because I'm a little embarrassed that it's about me. "Please Speak Well of Me" by The Weepies inspired the flow and some little lyrical things.