I don't want anything anymore Pay close attention to what I need and what I've lost I worry that I may just... I may die poor Create affection for what gives speed and what junk I should toss Morning talkshows, Christ they leave me bored Control suspention by sipping tea with my legs crossed I am making penmarks on my door Radio station anomolies drive down the cost
I've suffered through the worst jobs of my life to gain some narrow apology I don't accept Our love's in California, so say goodbye to your city's safe economy, and hello to debt I can't ignore the things you want sometimes Wisdom stands up logically, but crashed with s** The fast and young cannot withstand and I won't try to find insightful symmetry in my next step