Wakin' up at the crack of noon and I feel so alive, I feel so alive and I wake up at six for my job and I'd rather fucking die and yeah, I may complain about bourgeois shit, but that's only because that is all my life is, I have no struggle that is worthy of that word, so I'll drink until I'm drunk and then I'll drink some more, I will drink some more and I love these party friends and I love these party people, 'cause when your thoughts and actions make no sense, that is the only time there is true friendship between people who would otherwise have mass conflicts, or so I say as I try to attempt a half-hearted psychoanalysis coming from arguably the dumbest man alive, when the truth is that I'm just waiting on this drink to finish and my smoke to be gone because all desire for conversation is withdrawn and though that may make me sound like a dick, I swear to god I'm just a common prick, more afraid of you than you are of me and yeah, I've thought about suicide, but I think that's the case for everyone alive, there's no comparison to living a life when you feel like dying

And I don't wanna be anything that makes me, me, I just wanna live like I'm giving a fuck and I'm sorry if we talk and you were expecting a kind of inspiration, you're much better off telling me to shut the fuck up, cause the only thing I'll bring is some jealous sympathy at how I think you're much better off than me, a stammering of words into some incoherent verse is the most enlightened state I'll ever achieve