When I was 6 my parents said I could be anything Now it's a homemaker with a $10k diamond ring Or student loans for life all for an unwanted degree It's not that I think they they want the worst for me It's just that we have different ideas of "happy" I was just a kid last year and now I'm planning my life out by 18 Too scared to fail so I'll do the sure thing I won't be satisfied, But a job's a job I won't have to worry my head at night Because I really need my sleep I work 50 hours this week But security is worth it, right? I turn twenty six next week What the fuck?! Where did the time go Never made it to LA or Chicago I got my second kid on the way though So you know what that means?? More vacation days wasted in Florida My parents must be so proud That I can waste $40 on popcorn and soda I'm not satisfied, Wasted the best years of my life And now I'm getting old All that for a dollar raise, And seventy hours next week My body aches head-to-toe Both parents are dead as of last week And none of my kids speak to me, I guess this is fifty? But is it fucked up I feel relief? I can finally live for me, what's my life gonna be? I start a creative writing class next week I'll finish that novel I started at twenty? God, I hope they like me