jobless

so hard to find a job
economy hates a kid like me
need a better image for the working class
not a punk trying to slide by

lost my receipt

you owe me 9 tacos
plus interest equals 7 tacos,
dos burritos, and one tortillla cheep
you pay to stomach

birds head

youve fallen through all the cracks
like the bag of birdseed i spilt
spill your blood in spite of them
all because you have a birds head

circles

this paddle pushes water
trying to go north
if only you would paddle too
we wouldnt be going in circles

lung

you told me i should never smoke
they made it look so cool
my lungs hate me now... whatever
i fucking hate them too

peek

you tell me to cover my eyes
so i dont gaze upon the forbidden
but you cant tell im peeking
i know your fucking secrets