Casket

Though you might think you're cute, it's not so giggly
When you prance around acting like you're a somebody
Growing up in this good-for-nothing town
Saying "I'm gonna make it, oh, I'll get out"
Well, good luck when all you'll ever be
Is just a dreamer, stop convincing me
Otherwise with actions, you'll wear dignity
Like dropping out of college 'cause it's quote unquote
"Getting the best of me"

Free from the life, that will be our demise
Like searching around for some real occupation
'Cause you say, well, "I've got connections, man"
And I'll search long, I'll search long and hard for you

But you'll just be at home, face first in a bowl
And I'll say, "Well, where do we go?"

Work a backroom at Staples just for the extra money
'Cause you already live off your parents and your friends' weed
Living each day by some new decree
Well, if I just wait around, things will surely come to me
Might as well just throw away your dreams and aspirations
'Cause truth be told, they won't just fall in your lap
Now, I'm not saying I want you out of my life
But I'll go crack your code and crack

Free from the life, that will be our demise
Like searching around for some real occupation
'Cause you say, well, "I've got connections, man"
And I'll search long, I'll search long and hard for you

But you'll just be at home, face first in a bowl
And I'll say, "Well, where do we go?"

I've been trying to think of ways to say this without spraying it
But I can't 'cause I'm up in your face talking to you
Searching around for answers and clues
On why you have nothing to do

Free from the life, that will be our demise
Like searching around for some real occupation
'Cause you say, well, "I've got connections, man"
I'll search long, I'll search long and hard for you

But you'll just be at home, face first in a bowl
And I'll say, "Well, where do we go?"

Like the shotgun shells of your parents' graduating class
Light up your eyes
Like the shotgun shells of your parents' graduating class
Light up your eyes
Like the shotgun shells of your parents' graduating class
Light up your eyes
Like the shotgun shells of your parents' graduating class
Light up your, light up your

Don't tell me to and don't say I'm bitter
'Cause I'm getting the fuck out of here and you'll all see
I'm actually running around chasing my dreams
You won't say, "Where do we go about?"