Comfortable

I finished up my school with a couple goals in mind,
I tried to write some songs but I just never found the time,
Instead I got a job and they see me how I am trying,
And now I'm waiting on a raise like, "I hope I'm next in line,"

Where is all the love? As I start to lose my patience,
Friendship is a term where it's definition changes,
Friends will turn their back, I'm sure intentions never blatant,
I wonder if their attitude would change if we were famous.

I get this tunnel vision where I only see the future,
When it's apparent in the present all I am is a loser,
You can be my student, maybe I can be your tutor,
Pick you up and put you back together like a suture..