Can I Ay My Rent In Fun

You took a little every day until I didn�t have shit Two years off and on and not even the chance to quit just a letter on a fridge that I got from human resources I know that six weeks was kind of a bit much and that nothing is forever, and that nothing should be. Someday it all stops and I can�t sleep now because I�m not a real fucking adult but I guess now I�ll have my life from 7 to 6:45. Marie! Marie! Marie! I�m sorry I�ve been too busy for the promise of an unfulfilling life The risks I took were mine to take We couldn�t communicate in anything but rote responses and shit eating grins And everything starts dwindling when it�s all built on power trips and pandering power trips and pandering The letter arrived yesterday I didn�t have a drop to drink I had to play and drive four hours to Brooklyn to my apartment of dirty shit and 1,000 lonely days ahead But I guess now I�ll have my life with red and black out of my eyes Marie! Marie! Marie! I�m really stoked you set me free from the promise of an unfulfilling life where I can pay my bills and pass out at eleven and not wake up in the morning and start feeling bad Worst case of the Mondays that I�ve ever had though I treat every weekday like a Saturday night except for drinks I can�t afford A can of Shmidty�s, nothing more I need some more security than that provided by choosing between a job you hate, a job you hate and a job that doesn�t pay I got too caught up with me to behave responsibly Michael, Nathan and Christine, I�ve got no rent, Marie! Marie! I was arguing with cops while I had a fake moustache on poorly handling emotions, swimming naked in the ocean breaking bottles all over your floor and leaving without our passports drinking gin and Zicam until 2 AM while playing rock band inviting myself into homes of strangers to drink all alone leaving sweat-soaked boxers on a bar �cause they said �put a t-shirt on� acting irresponsibly and trying to make a choice between a job you hate and a job that doesn�t pay