He won't go through the door
To the next room on his floor
His friends can't get him to see
He needs to let go and let the future be
Overwhelmed at almost every turn that he takes
He figures letting go is super cliche anyway
He tries to fool himself
Rewinding memories on a TV
But reality won't wait
He would rather sit on an old and dusty bookshelf
Then go out and try to re-immerse himself in the world
He'll forget to tie his shoes
He'll trip
And then maybe he'll see how it feels when he's isolating
Isolating from responsibilities that
All of his friends try to count on him for
Will he go through the door?
Will he go through the door?
Will he go through the door?
Will he go through the door?