Adult Crap

I gotta say, life isn't how I expected.

But in a way, I guess that's nice.

O, not really.

And you'd think that I'd cry myself to sleep.

And maybe you're right, but what can I do

All these pills, bookkeeping, pleasant things like so

So many things, ah, how I want them, but money comes and goes.

And you'd think that I'd cry myself to sleep.

And maybe you're right, but what can I do?

What am I upposed to do with this mess called life?

And people say,

'You'll figure it out somewhere along the way.'

Still every night I'd cry myself to sleep.

Do you see a bit of you in me?

And you'd think that I'd cry myself to sleep.

Do you see a bit of you in me?