When Keeping It Real Goes Wrong The Wonder Years

I've got this job that equates swallowing shit
Where I puree food for dementia patients
And the commute is an hour each way
I'm so sick of taking the train

I guess that I'm a hypochondriac
Cause I'm always sick
Or at least I think I am
I wish the Tylenol would kick in cause
I'm so sick of feeling the same

And we know that everything is going to be okay
All we need is Kerouac and a glass of sweet tea
Or burritos and New Found Glory
I'm just trying to get through the week

Hey, do you think that you could loan me ten bucks
So that I could buy the new season of Scrubs?
I'm short on cash this week
And I'd pay you back on Thursday

I've got these friends that hate their fucking lives
I guess that's what inactivity does to the mind
So, I stay busy day and night
I don't have time to complain