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