I'm trying to get a university degree....
...but you can't stop talkin about the parties, phone constantly ringing. leave a msg, leave a msg, leave a msg! it seems like McStupidstein never picks up. so txt's flood inbetween the outdoor stations, castle frank, keele, high park, islington.... come here, bring me this, where are you? I'm underground on the way to gettin my University degree....
...wanna get drunk? why haven't you finished your bottle yet? when are you rolling another one? well, when you do come find me? yeah right! pay me! I need to preserve what lil braincells i have left. I got bills to pay and thinkin to do, I have an excess of ink and too many thoughts, blank sheets of paper stacked next to the discard pile, next to the maybe pile, next to the keeper pile. They're all the same height except the keepers. and those piles will get way bigger before i get the chance to do anything about them, because i don't have time. I'm trying to get my University degree...
...that's rough man how do you do it? I dunno too busy focused on the why to start thinkin about the how now....brown cow :D and slowly as more time goes on and the wax melts more till it's just a barely lit flame sitting ontop of a pool of wax in the tea light. and even though i should be burnt out, catchin naps on commutes to my next responsibility that little fire is enough to burn the string which held the bait. the bait that fell infront of the hamster in the wheel, now running fruitless to get it. that little light is enough to keep me going, until i stumble my way home, and get whatever i can of this fairy tale called sleep, perchance to dream about getting my University degree...
...and i wish the bags under my eyes held information, so when i fall asleep in class they can catch what i miss. but i gotta focus; the body, the flesh are weak. the mind so strong perseveres, I'll kill myself for that extra bit of knowledge. so when I'm dead you can bury me with that peice of paper known as a University degree, cause I have the chance now! and i'm not tryin to get by i'm lookin to excel cause really I'm not supposed to be here. Canada? yeah that too but borders can't keep me from what i want, so i break those fuckin rules! fuck your money, fuck your class. i ran head first through a wind tunnel with a parachute on my back, and now I'm here where i'm not supposed to be. so what the fuck does "belong" really mean? who cares I'll figure it out after i get my University degree :D
...but you can't stop talkin about the parties, phone constantly ringing. leave a msg, leave a msg, leave a msg! it seems like McStupidstein never picks up. so txt's flood inbetween the outdoor stations, castle frank, keele, high park, islington.... come here, bring me this, where are you? I'm underground on the way to gettin my University degree....
...wanna get drunk? why haven't you finished your bottle yet? when are you rolling another one? well, when you do come find me? yeah right! pay me! I need to preserve what lil braincells i have left. I got bills to pay and thinkin to do, I have an excess of ink and too many thoughts, blank sheets of paper stacked next to the discard pile, next to the maybe pile, next to the keeper pile. They're all the same height except the keepers. and those piles will get way bigger before i get the chance to do anything about them, because i don't have time. I'm trying to get my University degree...
...that's rough man how do you do it? I dunno too busy focused on the why to start thinkin about the how now....brown cow :D and slowly as more time goes on and the wax melts more till it's just a barely lit flame sitting ontop of a pool of wax in the tea light. and even though i should be burnt out, catchin naps on commutes to my next responsibility that little fire is enough to burn the string which held the bait. the bait that fell infront of the hamster in the wheel, now running fruitless to get it. that little light is enough to keep me going, until i stumble my way home, and get whatever i can of this fairy tale called sleep, perchance to dream about getting my University degree...
...and i wish the bags under my eyes held information, so when i fall asleep in class they can catch what i miss. but i gotta focus; the body, the flesh are weak. the mind so strong perseveres, I'll kill myself for that extra bit of knowledge. so when I'm dead you can bury me with that peice of paper known as a University degree, cause I have the chance now! and i'm not tryin to get by i'm lookin to excel cause really I'm not supposed to be here. Canada? yeah that too but borders can't keep me from what i want, so i break those fuckin rules! fuck your money, fuck your class. i ran head first through a wind tunnel with a parachute on my back, and now I'm here where i'm not supposed to be. so what the fuck does "belong" really mean? who cares I'll figure it out after i get my University degree :D
I like, i like. I can relate on an everyday kinda way... don't worry once you have your degree it won't slow down, cause well frankly, ambition stops for no one.
ReplyDeletekeep it up rockstar!
i couldn't do it without you...
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