I walked two miles in the rain in a suit, my feet torn up by my father’s shoes. Receipts and cards tumble out of my pocket to the floor of the station. I still don’t have a wallet. Up a flight of stairs to Herald Square. The umbrellas of New York take up too much air. So we just walk real slow at double-arms length in unison.
My mom dragged me to the doctor today, I had a cough for a month and it won’t go away I’ve been sleeping on floors for three hours a day and I have no insurance, so she has to pay. I can’t talk to my friends because I’m embarrassed that I keep sliding back down. I keep getting depressed.
- We got our ideals but no way to achieve them. - We got our degree but got no means to use it. - We’re swimming in debt with no way to surmount it.
- We got thirty bucks and we spend it on whiskey. - We got credit cards, so we got a new TV. - We got mobile phones but no minutes so text me.
Get out of my way because I’m 25 and I still act like I’m ten! I’m 25! I don’t learn from my mistakes I make them again and again and again and again and again...
- We swallow our pride over piles of problems. - We whine and complain but we don’t try to solve ‘em. - We’re reaching for answers like nobody’s got ‘em.
Get out of my way because I’m 25 and I still act like I’m ten goddamn years old! Get out of my way because I’m 25 and I still act like I’m ten goddamn years old!