Can I Pay My Rent in Fun? Bomb the Music Industry!

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 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 blackout of my eyes
Marie, Marie, Marie I'm really stoked you set me free
From the promise of an unfulfilling life
Where I can pay my bills and pass out at eleven and not