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 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 I think about it all the time