There's a point in life when you think the world is over
but it's never really over, it's all in your head.
Monday through Saturday the mail runs
around 3:15 to 3:45, you're expecting something.
Thursday night your neighbors put out their trash
and they pick it up at seven the next morning.
Monday through Friday you attend a public school
you do the same thing everyone else does.

You meet a girl and fall in love
and five years later it's over for good.
But life goes on because someone else loves you
and she's waiting to break your heart again.
Life is like a cereal box, when you eat it every morning
it eventually runs out and you have to buy another.
But life cannot be bought, and neither can feelings,
and love can be temporary and everlasting.

So the world really won't revolve around you,
and nothing is a conspiracy when life kicks in.
You will miss being a child and ignoring everything bad,
and pray to God you'll get a second chance.
Because everything has its own purpose,
nothing can be premeditated, nothing will be revoked.
On Sundays the newspaper is a dollar seventy-five,
on any other day it is a dollar less.

I would rather waste my time drinking liquor
and killing myself with cigarettes.
Home school my children for the hell of it,
or maybe just to save them the pain of other people living.
I'm strong like the most abusive man towards his wife,
they see me as the enemy, the competition.
I will fight for what I believe and I will survive,
even when life is full of dramatic, worthless bullshit.
It's worth it until you get sick of eachother,
then you realize everything you've missed over so many years.

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