Empty Wallets (Self-Indulgence)

Hey there, all my dearest friends Your buddy here is tight on cash again You know it really bums me out And its getting awfully tough to breathe Broken ribs and collections after me You know its really brought me down I could sell myself But could never tell myself I've been wasting all this time On a never ending toll Cause barely getting by Is getting awful old And when you're on your own All those exits stay locked closed I've been wasting all this time On a never ending goal Cause barely getting by Is getting awful old