25! - Bomb The Music Industry!, Scrambles

I walked two miles in the rain in a suit, my feet torn up by my father’s shoes

Receipts and cards tumble out of my pocket to the floor of the station,

I still don’t have a wallet

Up a flight of stairs to Herald Square, the umbrellas of New York take up too

much air

So we just walk real slow at double-arms-length, in unison

My mom dragged me to the doctor today, I’ve had a cough for a month and it

won’t go away

I’ve been sleeping on floors for three hours a day and I’ve got no insurance so

she has to pay

I can’t talk to my friends because I’m embarrassed

That I keep sliding back down, I keep depressed

We got our ideals, but no way to achieve them

We got our degree but got no means to use it

We’re swimming in debt with no way to surmount it

We got thirty bucks and we spend it on whiskey

We got credit cards so we got a new TV

We got mobile phones but no minutes, so text me

Get out of my way because I’m 25

And I still act like I’m 10

I’m 25 and I don’t learn from my mistakes

So I make them again and again and again and again and again

We swallow our pride over piles of problems

We whine and complain but we don’t try to solve them

We’re reaching for answers but nobody’s got them

Get out of my way because I’m 25

And I still act like I’m 10 goddamn years old

I’m 25

And I still act like I’m 10 goddamn years old