Tell me, straightforward,

Is this the way life is supposed to be?

Sitting in a basement

In your mid-twenties

Half a white-Russian before anything he says is funny

Talking about plans

And pretending they’re in the works

While you put them off

Day after day

After day

Quit your job the day you don’t feel it’s worth it

Hope someone comes through for you

‘Cuz you’re not

Hope things never change

‘Cuz you won’t

Play another board game

Play another porn

Thank god another day’s gone by

‘Cuz you’re one day closer to Christmas

And your birthday

And the instant gratification

That you live on

Like the candy bowl

And the fridge full of soda and white-Russians.