Some days (most days really)
I just wanna drop everything and work on music full time
(See if I can survive on dreams alone)

Some people are encouraging me to keep going with school
They say we need more good therapists in the world
(I’m a psychology major by the way)
But I couldn’t even convince that Kate Marsh chick to step away from the ledge in Life is Strange (ah… such a good game!)
And I can barely keep my shit together
So how am I supposed to help you?
(I’m too fucking selfish)

I don’t want to go to work anymore
I mean, I love the guys I work with
And my boss is perhaps the best dude I’ve ever met
But it breaks my heart when I’m sitting in front of a computer screen all day doing data entry
I’m just not meant for that shit
(But I still need to eat)

Actually, I haven’t been eating much these days
I’m not poor I just literally forget to do it
(I don’t really care about nutirition)

I’m pretty frugal, I don’t have a car
I own a condo and maintanence is pretty cheap
(it’s decent anyway)
Other than that I pretty much spend most of my money on poppy seeds so I can make opium tea
And sometimes I order research chemicals online
(those are pretty fucking expensive sometimes)
But if I drop out and quit my job maybe I could play guitar and sing songs at Spadina station
(Maybe I could do it!)

I’ve got my savings and I could always sell my old shit on kijiji
(Maybe that’d help out for a few months)

I’m fixin’ to have a fuck it moment real soon
Even on the bad days when I’ve got writer’s block and I’m just pacing around, lonely as fuck
I’d still rather be hanging out in my apartment listening to hard bop or black metal