Sometimes I feel like a dead man
When I walk around my house
Petrified of going out
I couldn't leave to save my life
I'm a waste of my freedom
Cuz I've imprisoned myself
With this crippling lack of wealth
And my decaying sense of self
And I have two years left
And I hate my future
I hate my job
And I'm such a f**ing slob
Oh, my apartment is a mess
And I am very resentful
That life isn't art
And Harry Potter & Voldemort
Are works of fiction, not our world
And we have two years left
And I hate sleeping
And I hate waking up
With a sense of shame
And I hate sleeping
And I hate waking up
And I can't afford to give a f** about myself
And I have two years left
Two years left
Two years left to go
Two years left
Two years left
Two years left to go