I think about it all the time

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? (Mmm)

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

Mm mmm

Mmm

Mmm mmm

Mmm

Mmm

Mmm mm

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

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

So (Hm)

We had a conversation on the way home

Should I stop my birth control? (Hmm)

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

Mm mmm

Mmm

Mmm-mm-mm mmm

Mmm

Mmm

Mmm mmm

I think about it all the time