Me in my room starts doing lots of bullshit
I am sticking pictures on my wall that came from my shelf
I could be doing what I should be if I listened to my mom and dad and teachers
And mostly myself
I don't know if I could be doing more
Outside my window there's cars and lots of things that are interesting
I don't want to work anymore
I'm a piece of shit when I'm trying to get rid of everyone who's always helped me to get somewhere good
I don't know I could be doing more
I don't know if I wanna be doing more