What has you low? I'd expect as usual you know What would happen if you don't? Through all the mess It's best when played close to the chest If a heart must be worn, he'll go sleeveless And you think it's a quarter life crisis But who's to say if it is what it is I don't mean to wax optimistic But lately you can make it sound as if You don't even know if you exist I've been over all the specifics Given to reasons scientific To put him down But don't count him out Don't count you out A natural action Pushing on the bounds of reaction Oh no she goes We're captive you see Creatures of our own sociology How'd we expect to not be just a little bit crazy And you called in a quarter life crisis But who's to say if it is what it is I don't mean to wax optimistic Lately you can make it sound as if You don't even know if you exist I've been over all the specifics Given to reasons scientific To put him down But don't count him out Don't count you out