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