I found myself, drunken and disheveled; I watch the rain and hope for better days, but I guess I'm a special kind of wreck, but I digress;
'Cause I'm stressed and depressed and don't wanna get dressed. Student debt is all that's left.
And if I were to die tonight, what a beautiful sight, but I'm alright.
I'll never be anyone you'd care to meet.
Potential thrown away, I hate this place, there's nothing left for me, so why don't we just go and stop feeling alone. Pissing our lives away in a dead-end town with no route of escape. All the joy we've found, we'll leave it six feet underground.
And I can't stay, and run in place, 'cause I'll stagnate and turn into everything I hate.
I can't believe just how much time we've wasted here; we've been stuck in place for nigh on twenty years. Two steps forward, two steps back, even though we're right on track, so let's fucking leave, de-fucking-railed, and never come back home.