I just got another job, but I'm still not busy enough To distract from the existential torture of being alone Sometimes the only solution is to get up off the couch And remind yourself there's definitely a fucking way to get out Of this thought process you have defined As yourself for too long, for too long There are priceless bits of wisdom if you'll open your ears To the people that you thought were consumed by their fears You're not the result of your successes and failures Just a brain using perception to figure out what is real If this isn't real Than nothing is real And I'll be the first to admit that I was wrong all along Let's get the fuck outta town man, go sing some songs To strangers in a basement in a house somewhere There's not enough time to think about Everything Oh, it's too confusing But I just got another job and I'm still not busy enough To distract from the constant fucking torture of existing alone