maybe in another place, another time
coming through a different light, another sign
I'd have been the king or queen, but here am i
trying to stay but disappear

i feel the darkness in this place
as time goes by
i’ve been told that's simply growing up
no, that's been fine
And it really can't come quick enough
i'm burning out on
Grocery store acquaintances
who couldn't give less of a fuck

now, give me something to do
Can’t muster much although i know i need to
Give me something to do
To say i hit the wall is nothing short of...

Finally got some friends who drive
Figures as much that those friends are dropping off like flies
Don’t got the time for a sunset dick who hates themself
look in my eyes and tell me you believe it

Part time work from 5 to 9; most every night fielding
Um’s from clueless pioneers; romanticized
In my head some edward hopper dive, awakened rudely
when i hear some right wing dad mumble sweet potato fries

give me something to do
My sense of self can only take so much abuse
Give me something else to do
I can’t believe i’ve reached the peak

Might be nice to hear i’m just beginning
Once in a while but who’s catching on to that
Sent home early for a cluster headache
Because boredom and dissociation
Making eight-fifty an hour makes me sound like such a scab

Might be nice to hear i’m just beginning
Once in a while but who’s latching on to that
The wall-sized signs will tell them what they need to know
Just let me hang out in the freezer in the back
With all the ribeyes and the soup no one knows comes in a bag