Food is rotting in my fridge
I'll cry a river build a bridge and get over it
I'll brave the nearest grocery store
Forget a cart and go back to get one
Through the exit door
I'm an adult now
I need a job but I don't want one
It's all my fault now
I'm decomposing I'm coming undone
This is something I can't outrun
It's funny money's made of trees
And it sure can buy happiness
There's a price for therapy
And when I say it's funny I mean it's ironic
My epiphanies about what I believed are
Becoming chronic
I'm an adult now
I need a job but I don't want one
It's all my fault now
I'm decomposing I'm coming undone
This is something I can't outrun