I suck at being me

I wish I was calm
I wish I was even-tempered
I wish I could be
a little less self-centered
I wish I was
an owner instead of a renter
my life is hard
I suck at being me

honorable man

I come from a past
you don't need to know
and I ain't telling you anyway
just a hooligan
playing the fool again
a run-of-the-mill rebel renegade
but I'll change for you
I will
I swear to God
that I can
please understand
I am an honorable man

I can't wait

So today's the last day of school before winter break...

Well, it's about time, farmboy.

Tell me about it, man. This has been the longest fuckin' week in the history of the world.

And now it's almost over.

Two hours and it's done. Then I go to the dispensary and buy some weed. And then winter break begins! I can't wait.

It's almost here. farmboy. Hold your horses, cowboy.

"Hold your horses?" "Cowboy?" Where did this come from? Did your parents drop you on a stack of Zane Grey novels?

I'm just saying it's only a couple of hours. You'll just have to be patient.

I hate being patient. 

What time do you leave work, farmboy?

3:15.

Do you know what time it is?

No.

It's 2:30. You only have 45 minutes to go.

Oh my God! It's a Christmas miracle!

But I still have to wait...

bus

I spent my whole life waiting
for a bus that never came
and then everybody told me
I had no one but myself to blame

my depression 2

my depression
has no consideration
my depression
guilty in the first degree
my depression
needs expensive medication
my depression
gonna be the death of me

my depression

my depression
it's as big as Alaska
my depression
thinks it's world war three
my depression
wants to move faster and faster
my depression
is gonna be the death of me

I dream about springtime

in the frozen dead of winter
I dream about springtime
leaves growing back on the trees
birds in flight
and early morning sunshine
where gray clouds used to be
I remember the calm
after the storm
no longer desperate
just to be warm
a brand new day
waiting to be born
that's where my mind is

icicles and snowflakes
and tires dressed in chains
wheels on freshly plowed roads
I wouldn't mind having
a soft April rain
soaking the mud between my toes
I know exactly
what I'm dreaming of
a million stars shining
up above
still believing the promise
of love
that's what my heart wants