'm a hard-workin' boy, my shit's up to snuff but i can't say there aren't times when i wanna give up my mortal strife always keeps me occupied when opportunity's at the door, i just run and hide
make this all just go away give me a reprieve! make my life less of an undertaking give me some room to breathe!
x2
my silver lining lies above the clouds hidden among the stars if it takes my one last dying breath it shall be mine, no matter how far
x2
7/4 is fucking bullshit!
can't i just wave a wand, make this disappear? i want a simpler life devoid of financial fear my utopia is nigh, soon to be mine of my own accord i want a safety net from all my demons that i can't afford
x2
to all you passive naive masses: the american dream is dead! you'll toil real hard for some blowhard 'til you die from being buried in debt!
if money's the root of all evil, well, then i'm a fucking saint. just enough to get by, perhaps to get high, a lifestyle not for the faint. who's got time for saving when taxman's always breathing down hard? i'm still gonna have fun though, despite my budget, even if my credit gets a little marred. white picket fences and a nuclear family better be as perfect as they fuckin' seem because i've been breaking my back, running the man's track this better be a lovely goddamn dream.
sometimes i wonder why the fuck i bother with life, with all my struggles. with any of this. with everything. WHY?