Texty

I walked two miles in the rain in a Suit, my feet torn up by my father's shoes Receipts and cards tumble out of my pocket to the Floor of the station, I still don't have a wallet Up a flight of stairs to Herald Square, The umbrellas of New York take up too much air So we just walk real slow at double-arms-length, in unison My mom dragged me to the doctor today, I've had a cough for a month and it won't go away I've been sleeping on floors for three hours a Day and I've got no insurance so she has to pay I can't talk to my friends because I'm embarrassed That I keep sliding back down, I keep depressed We got our ideals, but no way to achieve them We got our degree but got no means to use it We're swimming in debt with no way to surmount it We got thirty bucks and we spend it on whiskey We got credit cards so we got a new TV We got mobile phones but no minutes, so text me Get out of my way because I'm 25 And I still act like I'm 10 I'm 25 and I don't learn from my mistakes So I make them again and again and again and again and again We swallow our pride over piles of problems We whine and complain but we don't try to solve them We're reaching for answers but nobody's got them Get out of my way because I'm 25 And I still act like I'm 10 goddamn years old I'm 25 And I still act like I'm 10 goddamn years old
Writer(s): Jeffrey Ernest Rosenstock Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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