Late one night in February
I can’t sleep, I feel so very
Anxious and ready for tomorrow
Thinking about my tasks to swallow
I look forward to the weekend days
Playing with the band, forgetting the pain
The pain of the thought, I’m wasting my life
Eight hours a day, at a job I hate
My friends in the band will take me away
To a place that is safe that we like to stay
This is a place that we create
A place we want to be, day after day
But no matter how hard we try
We are pulled back to a waste of time
Jobs we hate, that ruin our lives
Just to have a place to survive
I know it is cliché to say these things
But I want things to go my way
I never know what time will bring
But I don’t want to piss my life away
My spare time’s gone, I used it up
I feel really selfish
I don’t call my mom or grandma enough
I make myself sick
It’s just because I know, it’s in my blood to go
Straight to the top with a non-stop rise
In my pants, in my head, my fingers on the neck
I know I can do it with persistence and work
And start the millennium with a new sense of heart