I wanna wake up in the morning doin' what I wanna do
Something I love for a living not some job I'm grinding through
I wanna take some joy and pride in the way I spend my time
As I haul my picnic table up the steepest mountainside
But it's just applications, internships, I aint got the right experience
My resume reflecting all the things I guess I should have did
Now I can't do that and I don't want this, it starts to feel embarrassing
Still hopeful but I'm freaking out now, something's gotta give
I just can't pretend to care about what doesn't interest me
It numbs my motivation, inspiration and curiosity
And I'm laid low with the feeling like I've left something undone
Cuz I know there's something more to me than what I have become
And it just doesn't make any sense to put time towards experience
For work I don't want anyway but pays with packaged insurance
The Joneses live on greener grass more comfortably but I insist
That it's always too soon to quit if you've got something left to give
Fulfillment's such a funny thing living life in absolutes
Feels like there's just one road to happiness and nothing else'll do
But I believe I'm right about what I'm doing with my life
All alone and pulling upwards on the rugged mountainside
So I push with all my passion for a life in what I love to do
Until the day my resume lists all the things I want it to
Now living isn't easy when you're doing it in absolutes
But I'm tired with a smile cuz there's nothing else I'd rather do