my feet have been dragging from all this added pressure
i've been leaving size eight shoe prints in the road home
the chip on my shoulder was the size of a cinderblock
as i walked my young feet into a grown real world.

a lifetime of school filled with all the right answers
then you fall on your ass, your first day out of class
can't find the solutions, there's no teacher's edition
get used to it dear, this is the world that we live in.

some get by with their parent's good fortune,
others smoke their way to false happiness,
the good looking folks can smile their way through,
as for me, i'm still trying to fit in a bigger shoe.

success can be summed up differently for me
small house shared with the boy that i love
garden full of sunflowers and a grand oak tree
that's all i need to be happy, fuck society.