Forget it
Time passes by
You call that a living
I just don't get it
You don't fit in it
With anything anymore
Cus it's such a bore
What a chore
Are you really free
Let me be
Now this is living
You're always counting down the days
Watching me slowly drift away
Wondering when you'll find the time
Oh what a shame
Still yours to blame
Take your last paycheck on the life you lease
Then tell me everything I'll never be
All the chances, consequences
Blame it on your circumstances
Put your old life in a casket
Burn it down dance on the ashes
And I've been living out my days
Watching you slowly waste all of
Your time and killing mine
Oh what a shame
You know, you're still to blame
