Go to bed depressed
Sleep all day
Wake up extra early
And get undressed
Got to find a way
To get obsessed
Forget about the way you felt
Yesterday
Feeling sick—just like shit
Still infected where you hit
Walk on out the door
Into the sun
Realize that it’s rotted through
To the core
You don’t need a gun
To go to war
You’ll come out a better man
So have some fun
Ready-made, unafraid
Drinking some pink lemonade
A joy ride suicide
Heterosexual genocide
Go to school all night
Stay up late
Teacher’s twenty-twenty
Bad hindsight
I don’t want to wait
To start a fight
The sun’s just rising early
It’s not too late
Take more shit—it just won’t fit
Got to find a job before you can quit
So ride your luck, stay in church
Unless you find another way, you’re all fucked