No Future

People sit on a stool with a mouthful of rum In a room full of smoke that invades their lungs It keeps them quiet like it's always done It's easier to medicate than it is to run It's a gap we live in of reality Where a person exists with no chemistry And a man comes to terms with his psychology Nobody knows who they were meant to be So we leave ourselves on the couch to rot No aspirations our motivation shot When you're always off guard you can never be caught So cherish each moment with what you got Today you have a home with a place to sleep And it gets too much use clinging to those bedsheets But tomorrow these modern comforts could mount a retreat And before you find a purpose you'll be out on the street A life goes so fast but the days drag on Before you get a chance to count them they're already gone Will you spend it building a legacy or collecting coupons? Or will you have no morals at all to act upon? Is there a word on a page I haven't seen before? Is there anything new left to say anymore? Is there any reason at all to get up off the floor? Except to scream at the world "You got what you asked for"? Is there any joy in life besides having a drink? Is there any other drug I can take so I don't have to think? Why not push my body? My mind's already at the brink And when I burn this world down I will not even blink So don't be surprised when I never seem to smile And don't look alarmed when I'm staring off for miles Don't bother calling if you think it's been awhile And don't try to tell me this wasn't meant to be an exile No you just keep sipping on your cold glass of rum And chewing ice cubes whose crunch rings out like drums Calling all disasters, disappointments, deviants, and then some So just pass me a bottle cause God knows I could use one The people I like most are the ones that tear me apart Lucky they always leave before it gets too far Now I'm headed south to get a fresh start Yelling at the world from the driver's side of my car And everyone I left behind was miserable there And everyone I've come to know is miserable here I don't think some people will be happy anywhere Amounting to nothing in a world that doesn't care And I guess I better include myself on that list It's so easy to feel cursed when you've been nothing but blessed I can't help but shut down when I can't handle the stress And so I never leave the house but I wouldn't call this rest I should settle down and maybe look for a job Something fulfilling that I can hang my hat on Something with plenty of paid time off Something that pays me to sit here and watch myself rot Oh