25 Hour Goddamn Telethon

No matter where you go to you can still sit on a couch You can still sleep 'til it's dark outside You can still just hang around You can still not make new friends You can ignore the ones you have You can always ostracize yourself You can forget how to laugh Problems are all I create I live in four month mistakes So can we leave today and start the next mistake or are we fucked this time? Can we not go away? Upon my last trip back there I remembered why I left All their flakiness, my shakiness, the friends I've never met But I didn't feel relief In fact I just felt more regret With a higher wage and a Metrocard I could deal with loneliness And in four months when it finally gets warmer I'll have already planned more disorder When I'm comfortable and feel like I'm in my place I'll be on my next mistake Another boring story, another problem self-imposed So can we leave today and start the next mistake or are we fucked this time? Can we not go away? Blah blah blah problems self-imposed blah blah blah