Spaceship

Get-get, get inside your spaceship

You don't have a car, but you don't have to take this

You'll jet up out the city like your favorite authors

Look up at the stars, look up at the stars

You're on the fast track, living from a backpack

Leaving all the sad-sack suckers in the dust behind you

This is how you roll, permanent vacation

You put in your time, now you're out of patience

You could really go, no one's gonna stop you

You could really go, no one's gonna stop you

You could really go, but now you're getting caught up in it

Wait a minute, wait a minute, wait a minute

Think about your friends, think about your other friends

Thinking about you when they can

Probably wondering what happened to you

Can't return a call, skipping every breakfast

He tried to be a writer but instead, he only fact-checks

Out of shape and uninspired

You force down salad and you just feel tired

And wake up every day and spend it from the get-go

Chewing on your thumb and staring out the window

You could really go, no one's gonna stop you

You could really go, no one's gonna stop you

You could really go if you could spare the money

But you're burning through your twenties for a misdirected, energetic

Asshole living in a castle

Waving ’round a brass pole with a little ball on top

And barking like a tree, debating every sick day

Storming through the office like Katrina on the fifth day

Sitting with your pockets full of fists

And you're staring at your wrists and your scissors

And you're shaking so bad

You don't have a car, but you don't have to take this

So pack yourself a pair of socks and get inside a spaceship

Daydream and think of the nights

When they'll sing your name and they'll write it in lights

When the daydream ends like a kick in the chest

You can go out dancing and hope for the best

But then you get so bored you're half-asleep

The girls are jealous and the boys are cheap

A circus of the stars, a battle of the sexes

We're all in love with dying, and we're doing it in taxes

You could really go (you could really go)

No one's gonna stop you (no one's gonna stop you)

But then you get that feeling, like a train-track killing

Like an old-time villain in a silent movie

Crying like a kid, squealing like a sex tape

Shrieking like a Beatle fan and kicking like a sensei

Sitting with your pockets full of fists and you're staring at your wrists

And your shoulders and they're aching so bad

Now they're cutting care, now they're talking pay cut

No one better dare ask you how your day was

Please don't make me act it out, it's hard enough to talk about it

I'll just rent my DVDs and watch my internet TV

I'll bide my time and pay my rent

'Til something knocks me to my senses

When I've had enough of dying in the day shift

I'll pack myself a pair of socks and get inside a spaceship