You talk about self-destruction Kick me for killing time You point me some common symptoms Like drinking or getting high I’m not innocent and you know it Remember what Chekhov said? But the persistence of your accusations Telling me you’re not Ok
I guess you’re not ok It’s truth – you’re not ok Go kill demons in Warcraft instead of boring me
Please focus your attention This world’s not nearly great Sometimes it seems like people Were created to degrade I can tell the right from wrong I’m not stupid or naive So don’t make a mountain out of molehill It’s my prerogative
When I got the music, I got a couple of beers And a place to go, at least I’m hoping so