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? (Mm)

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, mm-mm, mm-mm

Mm-mm, mm-mm

Mm-mm, mm-mm

Mm-mm, mm-mm

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

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

So, we had a conversation on the way home

Should I stop my birth control?

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

Mm, mm-mm, mm-mm

Mm-mm, mm-mm

Mm-mm, mm-mm

Mm-mm, mm-mm

I think about it all the time