Move Past It

This morning the highway stank of its decay The lines blurred together and heralded the way Took me 2 hours to get through roadworks to improve By then the corpse of whatever had died had been moved The weeks flow together, days, they lose their names Wake up in the morning to face more of just the same You know, the 7 days a week, before 9 and after 5 Adds nothing but a few more lines 'round my eyes Cause kids, the solution's to gain all those properties Invest the future intergenerational equity But all I inherited was biting my fingers And a predisposition for mental illness I will sleep on a stranger's floor Through the screams and laughs from the guys next door Cause my last housemate's goddamn reprobate And I can't go home anymore Next month is my last year that I'm a 'young person' I still get ID'd for my nightly poison 'How are you, are you okay? My kid's 2 next week' That's cool, I still hitch my tent up by Jackson's Creek I've been conditioned to believe that I am useless Kid, some people are born wrong, you cannot refute this But god, I'm such a self-righteous sack of shit My vanity's unbecoming, I guess you're not used to it I swore one day I'd make a difference to this hellscape But every day I rot away underneath the weight Of opiates and copious whatever I find Oh kid, your potential's been withered by time Yeah, I'll still cross my fingers at the next budget While the pollies and breakfast hosts scream about dole-bludgers God, how fucking dare you need help just to live? Why the hell are you still here, what more can I possibly give? Finally got permission from the boy's club To one day marry the girl that I'll love So sit down, shut up, what else is there to complain about? My bitterness is endless, I'm sure I'll figure something else out I'm lying in the back of my defected car I'm slurring, 'sorry, I went too far this time' 'Sorry, I went too far'