So You Suck At Life

I'm writing a song - it's not very good

The words and the chords are simple

And bound to be misunderstood

Everything seems so big and hard and small

And stupid and pointless and insecure

Like the world is a hospital and my life

Is a sickness and there's only one cure

And that is to leave, to go

Someplace else, someplace new

Where the breeze and the sky

Are more important than your wallet

And your dishes and your roommates

And your laundry and your comic book career

And your heart, and your heart

I get older but i don't get better

I get bigger but i don't get stronger

My head gets harder but i don't get smarter

I get a lot of things

But not a lot of choice, oh yeah

Went for a walk - 4 am

Everything looked perfect, nothing made sense

The world is my oyster - my mind is the shell

My heart is a prisoner - my mind is the cell

When you get so fucking lonely, it's hard to stay inspired

But hey forget it, i guess i'm just tired

I guess i'm just tired, i guess i'm just tired (etc)

(chorus)

I'm writing a song - it's not very good

I'm not what you'd call a poet, or a "songsmith"

I never learned. maybe i should

Or maybe i should leave, just go

Someplace else, someplace new

Where the air is not so still

And the rain is not so lovely

And the world is not so green

And my life is not so beautiful

Where would i go, where would i go?

When i've got it all, i've got it all

I've got it all, i've got it all (etc)

Everything but you