Yep, alright, you ready
You never emptied the lint trap
You never walked to the mall
You never stopped to appreciate all that you have
But you don't have anything
No one has anything at all
And if this world's eat or be eaten
I choose the latter
We spent fifty dollars at the arcade
We'll need to spend a hundred more for a fuzzy dice
You walked ten miles, now you are tired
No one ever said that living is nice
I am done with nihilism
I am done with being tired
I can't get out of bed
But if you can't beat em you join em
So I guess I'm tired again
If I could find the right shit to cram into my crocs
To match my personality
Then maybe I can unlock
Every single person that I want to be
I am done with nihilism
I am done with being tired
I can't get out of bed
But if you can't beat em you join em
So I guess I'm tired again