Have You Tried Getting a Job???
The dreams we built our lives on
Will dissipate and be forgotten
When we can't monetize all our
Favorite disparate useless hobbies
Did you get into the university
You always dreamed of?
Did you find anything
Tedious enough to fill your days?
I am not a man I am a
Worthless fucking fuck
Building my life on shifting sands
Never a finished product
Are you gonna tell me what i'm doing wrong
ARE YOU GONNA KILL ME FOR IT
Easel and brushes in the closet
Old mouthpiece underneath the faucet
Piano-shaped dust in the corner of the room
Photoshop knockoff on my laptop unused
Is there nothing I can do?
Is there nothing I can do?
Is there nothing I can do?
I have the big black book
That cost me $40,000
But I preferred myself the look
Of the wide expanse of empty velvet
Did you find yourself after
You finally had to go home?
Thinking 'bout the future gives me
Chills down in the roots of my bones
I don't know if I can do this
But I'm so tired of feeling useless
I put myself down for you
But I can get up again, too
Is there nothing I can do?
Is there nothing I can do?
Is there nothing I can
Some of us know what they want to do
And the rest of us are fucking cowards
Will dissipate and be forgotten
When we can't monetize all our
Favorite disparate useless hobbies
Did you get into the university
You always dreamed of?
Did you find anything
Tedious enough to fill your days?
I am not a man I am a
Worthless fucking fuck
Building my life on shifting sands
Never a finished product
Are you gonna tell me what i'm doing wrong
ARE YOU GONNA KILL ME FOR IT
Easel and brushes in the closet
Old mouthpiece underneath the faucet
Piano-shaped dust in the corner of the room
Photoshop knockoff on my laptop unused
Is there nothing I can do?
Is there nothing I can do?
Is there nothing I can do?
I have the big black book
That cost me $40,000
But I preferred myself the look
Of the wide expanse of empty velvet
Did you find yourself after
You finally had to go home?
Thinking 'bout the future gives me
Chills down in the roots of my bones
I don't know if I can do this
But I'm so tired of feeling useless
I put myself down for you
But I can get up again, too
Is there nothing I can do?
Is there nothing I can do?
Is there nothing I can
Some of us know what they want to do
And the rest of us are fucking cowards
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Writer(s): Stephen Nielson
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