All the good graves have all been occupied so where will I reside?
And who gets to decide if these moments are hallucinations
Imaginations or more tangible than you or I could ever comprehend?
And I'll be sleeping till then
All my good friends who are in debt till they die for an education
That doesn't apply to what they decide to do with their lives
Or how we spend our time cause plans will change till you die
And I know they could muzzle something new but they'll keep f*cking with you
All the good kids ambitious at my age or have a rough draft
But I don't have a page and now they can gauge
To choose between revenue and what they want to do
I got no f*cking clue and I know I should consider something new
But I'm still sticking with you
Bye, baby, goodbye