I’m a lucky man to have a job that I hate
I contemplate it walking to the office each day
it’s meditation … so while I want to complain
I’ve also got a lot of problems I could probably change
and probably should, learned to love the suit and the tie
I knew what it would do to my mind, but still my sense of humor survived
life’s a nightmare, the Universe is purposeless
but I’ve been homeless, it’s a lot worse than working is
ain’t exactly saying I love faking the funk
but waking up at seven every day every month’s
been doing me good - but man, good enough is rookie stuff
plus I hate admitting that I knew that it would
...used to complain how I was bankrupt
nowadays I’m calculating changes based on pay stubs
it’s all subtraction and it adds up, too
but dude you gotta do the math before the math does you


I’m a lucky mammal, which I tend to forget
I guess it’s like pretending I’m not destined for death, right?
gotta question what Success should even mean
when we’re landed on a planet that we’ve mostly never seen
humans being humans, man, easy to do
people need a place to sleep and eat food
and after that, what happens happens, I don’t mean to intrude
which reminds me, I should brush my teeth & clean up my room, too true
...used to point fingers, worst drug that I’ve done
always feels good, always dumber than dumb, though
a lot of people I was too stubborn to trust
before I found out hungry & young just wasn’t enough
...used to complain about my bank account, that’s kid shit
you figure out the system and you fix it
it’s all subtraction and it adds up, too
but dude you gotta do the math before the math does you