Can I Pay My Rent in Fun? - Bomb The Music Industry!, Scrambles

You took a little every day until I didn’t have shit

Two years off and on and not even the chance to quit

Just a letter on the fridge

That I got from human resources

I know that six weeks was kind of a bit much

And that nothing is forever and that nothing should be

Someday it all stops, and I can’t sleep now

Because I’m not a real fucking adult

But I guess now I’ll have my life

From 7: 00 to 6: 45

Marie, Marie, Marie, I’m sorry I’ve been too busy

For the promise of an unfulfilling life

The risks I took were mine to take

We couldn’t communicate in anything but rote responses and shit eating grins

And everything starts dwindling when it’s all built on

Power trips and pandering, power trips and pandering

The letter arrived yesterday, I didn’t have a drop to drink

I had to play and drive four hours to Brooklyn

To my apartment of dirty shit

And a thousand lonely days ahead

But I guess now I’ll have my life

With red and black out of my eyes

Marie, Marie, Marie I’m really stoked you set me free

From the promise of an unfulfilling life were I can pay my bills and pass out

at eleven and not

Wake up and start feeling bad

Worst case of the Mondays that I’ve ever had

Though I treat every weekday like a Saturday night

Except for drinks I can’t afford

A can of Shmidty’s, nothing more

I need some more security

Than that provided by choosing between a job you hate, a job you hate and a job

that doesn’t pay

I got to caught up with me to behave responsibly

Michael, Nathan and Christine, I’ve got no rent, Marie, Marie, Marie!

I was arguing with cops while I had a fake mustache on

Poorly handling emotions while swimming naked in the ocean

Breaking bottles all over your floor and leaving without our fucking passports

Drinking gin and Zicam until 2 AM while playing Rock Band

Inviting myself into homes of strangers to drink all alone

Leaving sweat-soaked boxers on a bar 'cause they said «put a t-shirt on»

Acting irresponsibly and trying to make a choice between

A job you hate and a job that doesn’t pay