Bomb The Music Industry! - Pog (Demo) lyrics

And I haven't had any fun this year But that's f**ing bullsh** and I haven't had any luck this year I'm preaching to the choir. I know I haven't been to my parents' house in months And it looks like March And the years before and my attitude's the same: Familiar and worrisome I pictured my d**h two times today The tracks and the fire escape Room of burnt toast and stacked dirty plates And I'm the one responsible I haven't had any luck this year I know I'm preaching to the choir But my nightmare's here and I forgot how to wake up And start moving forward And my mother said, "Son, I'm sorry you're neurotic." And my dad said, "Son, I really thought you dodged the bullet."