Insert a quarter

If life's worth living with anxiety disorder

Stealing every instant

A pained existence for no good reason

Insert a quarter

To sing your blues to the windows voice recorder

A tree in a forest, falling on purpose

With no one there to hear

Press start to open

A nice career as a software boy in Oakland

Press some keys and hoard your wealth

Or maybe you could kill yourself

Well you know, it's always an option

I've been trying so damn hard

To pick myself up off the ground

It's one step forward

And nineteen backward

Why can't I just play these songs, please?

And still eat

New game, continue

Your save's corrupted but it's better than what you'd go through

Starting a new one

Too old to waste time, but too young to hang it up

So pick a dead end, chill out 'till you die

I've been trying so damn hard

To pick myself up off the ground

It's one step forward

And twenty backward

Why can't I just play these songs, please?

And still eat

'Cause no one

Will pay me to live a decent life