I do my own haircuts and step outside barefoot To smoke my cigarettes I couldn't care less What happens outside my little world Because things are good now but won't be for long I'll either be homeless or I'll get a job But either way it won't make me happy So I step back in and lay down on my bed Nothing to do so I'll play games all day Until one of my friends wants to hang out Maybe it's band practice or I'll record stuff Or go to a show or just hang with my girlfriend She's my only partner who lives close But lately anxiety is getting to me I feel like a burden on all of my family Or at least the ones who haven't cut me off I don't know how much I like sober living But they haven't tested me so I smoked some weed And nobody ever found out I've been clean for 3 months but I still feel like using I know if I did then things would get just get worse Than I have ever known I guess it beats driving too fast on the freeway Johnny Hobo max volume and screaming along To drown out my feelings