I got acne, my hair is thinning, at the same time and im slowly, learning, that I don’t mind cuz my body don’t know, whether to stay young or grow old and at least that means we got something in common I got a job, as a part time janitor but im working on getting something more serious I wanna use my degree, I wanna start paying my debt I wanna make my parents proud, I wanna make myself proud i want to be a radical actor I want to take my life into my own hands I wont do that by sleeping in, and eating frozen pizza I wont do that by feeling sorry for myself I need to kick it into gear I need to start on those projects ive been putting off I need to start speaking up against what I know is wrong I need to lead by example, and write some protest songs But most of all, what I need, in this time of transition is to look in the mirror, and say to myself I got acne, and im balding, at the same time I got acne and im balding, and I don’t mind

When I get sad, I start to take things for granted when I take things for granted, well it makes me sad so next time, you see me start to take things for granted here’s what you need to say to me: Fuck you, you fucking schmuck, please stop taking things for granted, this world is shitty and this world is cruel but think of all the things that you find cool yeah you, you don’t need to cheer up just stop taking things for granted if life seems pointless, let’s make a point to make a point and stop, taking things for granted

2012: “CEO pay is 380 times average worker's - AFL-CIO” http://money.cnn.com/2012/04/19/news/economy/ceo-pay/index.htm Do they know, three hundred and eighty times more than you do? do they think, three hundred and eighty times more than you do? do they work, three hundred and eighty times more than you do? then why the fuck, does he get paid three hundred and eighty times more than you do? Well I think, they are going too far, I think they are getting away, with our future, our past, everything that we once had and I work, and I like it, I haven’t had it bad so far but my degree, seems to be, worth less than the paper it was printed on and my friends, and my family, stuck working dead end jobs what do they do, to deserve it, a minimum wage barely helping at all this system is not for us, it is rigged it is not hard to see without workers, what would you have? But the workers are always the ones to bleed pull yourselves up by your bootstraps, is what they always say they always forget to tell you, just how those boots get made they are products of thievery, of telling the poor to be thankful they are fine with you starving, so long as you’re willing and able To know, 380 times more than they do to work, 380 times more than they do to fight, 380 times more than they do to make, 380 times less than they do so I think its time to redefine, just how this wealth is spread who deserves to benefit, who deserves to be fed things may be getting worse, but we can still resist And im no master at economics, but let me tell you this: you’re worth, more than the sweat off your brow you’re worth, more than the night shifts allow your worth, is something that they cant buy your worth, is only yours to define Because we are worth more than their dollars

waking up tired, waking up feeling like, I am completely worthless spending days in a cycle, of nothing and nothing at all, feeling hopeless this house is so quiet, the dog is so bored, I am not helping at all today sleeping so much, feeling so tired, I think we’ve been through this before so I head to your house, kiss your lips, and feel whole again I am in love, I am here, I am whole again Because hope is found, in the strangest of places, in the curve of your hand, as it holds on to mine for dear life Yeah hope is found, in the strangest of places, in the curve of your smile, as we hold on for dear life