I LOVE TO STRUGGLE

I've been getting stressed out over my hairline That's receding cause I'm stressed out all the time I don't know what to think about The world ain't ever thought about me And I've been getting worked up over the New York Times And all the paper politicians cleaning up their crimes I know I shouldn't read about The things that never bring about peace Mark my words I'm a boy with my father's mouth Mark my height On the wall of my parents' house Cars with no gasoline Tires on the side of the street I'm in love with the struggle and struggles in love with me Bills feel like robbery The AC's on but it's blowing heat I'm in love with the struggle and struggles in love with me I am one bad review from a breakdown And a couple bad days from leaving this town There's nothing left to fuss about There's nothing much that brings me down And whether I've lost my luck or I'm too worked up I still feel stuck, and sick, and tired of driving I love it, I love it