I'll wake up in the morning

And I'll go to that place I hate

I don't know what to do with myself

I just hesitate

Feels like shit will never get better

And I'll end up selling real estate

To a bunch of uppity investors

That I f**g envy and hate

I feel like a d**d

Like a leech on all my friends

I make a lot of problems

And then I don't acknowledge them

I don't know why I do it

I just know I always have

And it's just another problem

In a list that drives me mad