Closing In

It starts off the same for every week
And ends with a game on PS3
Pick something right out of the drawer
Then hold it up against the floor
Spew some junk about no sex
Then a vegan comes just to say "Gex"
At the desk, look like a hoarder
Surrounded by some big blue border
I just want to break the mold, to not follow a path
But every week my life involves mentioning Barrel Blast

It′s closing in
My screen is all burned in
It's closing in
I always have that stupid grin...
It′s closing in
And just like my virginity
I'm worried this 1080p outline's here for infinity

I′m on the bordеr
Does my whole life need a giant watеrmark?
Of starting over
I truly really never noticed something so stark?
Why is it this way?
These are some deep questions -
Wait, this is getting too philosophical for me
Blue from feeling like I′m suffocating
To lay it on the line, it's closing in on me

It′s closing in
It's always been this way?
It′s closing in
Not sure if that's okay...
It′s closing in
Constantly from day to day
To lay it on the line, it's closing in on me