Calling the Shots - Intellectual

[Verse 1]

A miscellaneous text from somebody I met

A couple months ago, that I barely even know

It’s dumb of me to reject attempts at friendship

But somehow I can’t accept an extended olive branch

Hold down a job, keep track of your friends

Or other advice that doesn’t work in the end

Go to a party, expand your horizons

Don’t feel sorry for your life when you control its events

A rare success, an opportunity to connect

Something I don’t get on a regular basis

But it’s only a matter of months, after that they’re gone

Pеople reach out but you’ll still feel alone

Invitations, thеy slip through your hand

Because you only invite disappointment

Reset your ways, they’re stupid and lame

Everyone’s growing up while you can’t seem to change

I’d rather not be calling the shots

Cause I know that somehow I’ll get it all wrong

You could be the savior of your own existence

Or be the bane of it all

It’s in your hands, don’t fuck it up