Agh, I'm late, I'm lateI'm already tired in the morning just from thinking about it...cryingI keep screwing upAt this rate, I'll get old in no time...And I'm a slow workerI bet I'll panic, and look back on myself...
I'm sure I'll be surprised to see that there's nothing left...
Well, not that I care.I keep thinking "I need to change"...Got turned down by a guyHm?Once I get home, all I do is drink and sleep.But in the end, every day... every single day
