I'm Ready

What's the point What's the point Raise some kids Smoke a joint Go through all the trouble Everything turns to rubble What's the point What's the point Long-term struggles Short-term snuggles Bit by bit, step by step People give up their lives Just to lift up the troph How pathetic is that? Fucking joke Rope suspended like Robbie Cano for doping How did it go so wrong? Report card so strong Indicators indicated long life And what's happiness? Scientists'll say it's the flow state And you think about it, it checks out, and it's going great When you're in it, you're deep in it Like 500 feet in it, till the bubble pops You sober up No more double talk It's just you and the mirror, I'm in trouble, doc What's the point What's the point Raise some kids Smoke a joint Go through all the trouble Everything turns to rubble What's the point What's the point Long-term struggles Short-term snuggles Bit by bit, step by step People give up their lives Just to lift up the trophy How pathetic is that? Fucking joke I'm ready to be somebody I'm ready to be somebody Look at these kids, all smiles, it's so pure It's your son or daughter's first time in the sun or the water Or at the zoo with a sea otter, playing peekaboo Sneaking through the glass, before long, he'll be rotting in the fucking grass That's crass, I know, noboby asked for that But no one asked to be born either, imagine that I'm flashing back to back when I couldn't flashback at all, losing track I'm losing train of thought, I'm caught inside the wall, hearing calls I'm ready to be somebody I'm ready to be somebody I am thirty-one Look what I've become Look at me, mom See what I've become