Mornings suck
Afternoons are even worse
At night you start to realize
Your routine is but a curse

In this place we live
In the shadow of what should be
But still we may dream
Of life as it could be

One accident after another
One more mistake I won't bother
Another day gone by forever
As we sit and talk of "whatever"

Imagine that
It's real
Now let's get out of here!