No Future

People sit on a stool with a mouthful of rum
In a room full of smoke that invades their lungs
It keeps them quiet like it's always done
It's easier to medicate than it is to run
It's a gap we live in of reality
Where a person exists with no chemistry
And a man comes to terms with his psychology
Nobody knows who they were meant to be
So we leave ourselves on the couch to rot
No aspirations our motivation shot
When you're always off guard you can never be caught
So cherish each moment with what you got
Today you have a home with a place to sleep
And it gets too much use clinging to those bedsheets
But tomorrow these modern comforts could mount a retreat
And before you find a purpose you'll be out on the street

A life goes so fast but the days drag on
Before you get a chance to count them they're already gone
Will you spend it building a legacy or collecting coupons?
Or will you have no morals at all to act upon?
Is there a word on a page I haven't seen before?
Is there anything new left to say anymore?
Is there any reason at all to get up off the floor?
Except to scream at the world "You got what you asked for"?
Is there any joy in life besides having a drink?
Is there any other drug I can take so I don't have to think?
Why not push my body? My mind's already at the brink
And when I burn this world down I will not even blink
So don't be surprised when I never seem to smile
And don't look alarmed when I'm staring off for miles
Don't bother calling if you think it's been awhile
And don't try to tell me this wasn't meant to be an exile

No you just keep sipping on your cold glass of rum
And chewing ice cubes whose crunch rings out like drums
Calling all disasters, disappointments, deviants, and then some
So just pass me a bottle cause God knows I could use one

The people I like most are the ones that tear me apart
Lucky they always leave before it gets too far
Now I'm headed south to get a fresh start
Yelling at the world from the driver's side of my car
And everyone I left behind was miserable there
And everyone I've come to know is miserable here
I don't think some people will be happy anywhere
Amounting to nothing in a world that doesn't care
And I guess I better include myself on that list
It's so easy to feel cursed when you've been nothing but blessed
I can't help but shut down when I can't handle the stress
And so I never leave the house but I wouldn't call this rest
I should settle down and maybe look for a job
Something fulfilling that I can hang my hat on
Something with plenty of paid time off
Something that pays me to sit here and watch myself rot
Oh