I had a paper route, and I think that maybe I was happy.
I had it figured out, I knew someday that I would be happy.
All along, I didin't know what it meant to have it figured out.
Just as long as I said, "Things will get better than a paper route..."
I used to go to school, and I think that maybe I was happy.
I knew I wasn't cool, but I knew someday that I would be happy.
But I couldn't envision the future enough to scare the doubt away.
Just as long as I said, "Things will get better," it will be okay.
School was such a joke, and I'm glad to be gone. (I was happy.)
Now I'm poor and broke, but I have to move on. (I'd be happy.)
I used to think that when I graduated, things would blur a little less.
I told myself that things would get better than this whole amorphic mess.
It will be okay, things will get better.
It will be okay. Things will get better.
I just wish I had the structure that I had two weeks ago.
I have so many questions one of them being:
Do I look fuckable?
I'd switch for you.
We need to lighten up a bit.
Something to swivel us. Something frivolous.
You need to have some fun tonight.
Get some drinks in us, maybe some cannibus.
Maybe you just need to pull that stick out of your ass.
Things are tough as shit right now, but still, this too, will pass.
No one told us that the future feels about the same.
No one told us that this party would look so fuckin' lame.
It'll be okay.
Things will get better.