Running

All the money that I saved up
I just went and threw it all away
In the machine and watched it come out
In smoke at the end of it
(Come on, read on)
Smart but too lazy
To ever pick one thing
Now I’m staring at a dead end
Grasping at the shit
(But I’m gripping, and it’s slipping through my fingers again)
We are now running
Your stupid shit
They’re over it again
Obsessive weirdo
I’m not good at making friends
Every day of your life
You try to prove it was worth it all to them
Was it worth it
I don’t know, ask me again
You shall be wrong
(-ble operating
Ta- operating)