2nd & Virginia

Goin' Nowhere

Aokigahara

No Really

In Transit

Old EP

Older

I should let you know
I forgot to take my fifteen
I promise I’ll remember next time
No one here can leave
Not without a word from the manager
It’s good, it’s bad, it’s never enough
This is not for real
Has to be a dream, I must be dreaming
You tell me it’s time for a change

So I’ll cut off the tags
Cut off my beard
Apply for some suit job in a city full of cranes
I’ll learn the trade
Follow the elites
And service myself over corporate any day

I just survive
Live off the cuff
I think too much, or maybe I don’t think enough
How many say,
“It’s all been said”?
Voices of the old and dead

Seven hours in
Quota’s already met
Another co-worker’s happy hour stealing my Thursday
Cousin’s 22
Wish her well against the white and blue
Celebrate in my place if I’m far away
This is not for real
Has to be a dream, I must be dreaming
You tell me it’s time for a change

So I’ll pack up my bags
Head back to school
U of Chicago where the wind calls my name
I’ll learn to excel
Eat the expense
And have faith I’ll fit in somewhere on some day

I just survive
Live off the cuff
I think too much, or maybe I don’t think enough
Don’t let me say,
“It’s all been said.”
Spirit of the old and dead

Visions of my years
Wrinkled and surrounded by my peers
In search of some truth already found
Everything mundane
Siphoned from the creases of my brain
Like Mercury, I don’t touch the ground

I just survive
Live off the cuff
I think too much, or maybe I don’t think enough
Don’t let me say,
“It’s all been said.”
Either be old or dead.

Arbor Towers