Talkin' to the drag queens down at Jenny's over on 7th Street

And I don't think things are gettin' any better

She said, "Honey, this greed is killin' me, I changed up my philosophy

'Cause some folks just don't practice what they preach"

But something's gotta give

There's too much I could live for

It's like breakin' my own heart of gold

Is what it takes to make it out here on my own

I never learned to take my time, I get high strung and can't unwind

But I learned to do two hundred things at once

I don't know how, but it all seems wrong, there's too much here to focus on

I haven't taken time to breathe in months

But something's gotta give

There's too much I could live for

It's like breakin' my own heart of gold

Is what it takes to make it out here on my own

I'm still afraid of squid, I think, I have these terrifyin' dreams

Since I saw them wash up on the shore last summer

It's not the way they look or move, I think it's that they think things through

And kill just for the rush because they're bored

It feels like the universe is broken from some evil curse

Like time and space are fighting back, it gets heavy

It keeps me lookin' up at night, and hopin' things turn out alright

Is it all just pre-determined? How does time work?

'Cause something's gotta give

There's too much I could live for

It's like breakin' my own heart of gold

Is what it takes to make it out here on my own

I had a hard time explainin' to my folks

That all my dreams are filled with ghosts

And that things are better off, but also worse off

But also better off, but also worse off

But also better off, but also worse off