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Sometimes i feel like a dead man
when i walk around my house
petrified of going out
I couldn't leave to save my life
I'm a waste of my freedom
cause I've imprisoned myself
with this crippling lack of wealth
and my decaying sense of self
and I have two years left
and I hate my future
I hate my job
and I'm such a fucking slob
oh, my apartment is a mess
And I am very resentful
that life isn't art
and Harry Potter & Voldemort
are works of fiction, not our world
And we have two years left
And I hate sleeping
And I hate waking up
with a sense of shame
and I hate sleeping
and I hate waking up
and I can't afford to give a fuck about myself
and I have two years left
two years left
two years left to go
two years left
two years left
two years left to go