why would i bother looking forward or
even looking at all
when i look into the future every thing i love is gone
fuck a 401k fuck a nest egg
fuck the people selling me a dream
when i can’t even get my rent paid yeah
monetize your art
monetize your pain
bleed yourself bone dry
overwork your brain
burn your last spark out
tell yourself every day
that the next one’s better than the last
eyes closed head empty
that’s why i’m staying right here
and i’m closing both eyes
what i can’t see never hurts me
and i never get surprised
i’m just living in the present
in my hedonistic life
i’ll either be a blaze of glory or i’ll
fuck it up and die