It seems the longer I’m alive The more afraid I am to die The more I do the less I think That I’ve accomplished anything I make a plan with lots of lists And write them down with busted wrists It makes the words so hard to read Can’t tell what any of it means
This house could really use some heat Just start a fire with my degree
I have an unproductive mind That’s why I pay it overtime The day shift cannot get it right And so it’s working through the night I groan and mutter in my sleep The graveyard shift’s clearing debris But I can’t remember any dreams I can’t remember anything
We need more wood for the fireplace Just use this stack of resumes
When we were kids I never had a dream So everybody asked What do you wanna be What do you wanna be What are you gonna be?
I have so many things to say But all these words get in the way I talk so much my speeches blur I sing so hard my vision slurs The future’s losing all its shape
I’m deaf from hearing my own voice Proclaiming that I’ll make a choice My head’s a bucket full of steam I don’t have any fucking dreams I don’t have any fucking dreams