I’ve always been one to bitch and moan
Just to keep my sanity a while longer;
Adulthood, responsibility, becoming a clone
of all the copies of copies alive.
Get a job, have some kids, buy some shit,
pretend to be happy when everyone looks;
Shotgun your cigarette, already lit
just trying to figure things out as I go.
No more teen adventures pending
just the venture that life plays;
All those checks I keep on sending
to keep the few things I’ve found.
I’ve come to see how little it means
all the bullshit and fakery abound;
I never really fit in with the teens,
maybe I’ll find my place now.