Obscene Dream

Note to self Your lack of ambition is coming back to kill you Your pupils still adjusted to the light from your bedroom You can sleep when you're dead I prefer my bed Note to self The odds of making something from nothing are not in your favor So, renew the lease and back with you to manual labor Living in an obscene dream Looking for the real thing Living in an obscene dream Living in an obscene dream We all have our reasons For living in this obscene dream Note to self The world is closing in all around you You can't keep hiding bullets are firing All of your closest friends who haven't forgotten Plot to watch you from afar You can text, but please don't call Note to self I look like the man from the crosswalk sign Under dressed, yellowing, and counting the seconds Till I must finally make it to the other side Living in an obscene dream Looking for the real thing Living in an obscene dream Living in an obscene dream We all have our reasons For living in this obscene dream Living in an obscene dream Looking for the real thing Living in an obscene dream Living in an obscene dream It's easier than leaving Living in an obscene dream