Seventeen for another seventeen days
Trying desperately to think of at least seventeen ways
I’ve helped somebody out,
As I walk by your house
I know you’re home
But it’s okay that you don’t want to come out

I don’t think humans were meant to think deep
Because the shallower the person,
The easier they fall asleep
And I can tweet myself
Until two thousand and thirteen
But I’m following the leader and
It just isn’t working

Tired of excuses and ADD meds
But without them I am useless
And get stuck in my own head
A prison full of four letter words
And thoughts of having sex
Two-thirds of my innocence gone
But I won’t lose your respect

Store bought food for thought is feeding the youth
This consumerism is a tumor
The humorous truth
I want to be lied to
That life will be a breeze
But it will be okay
Today I hear the wind blow through the trees

And I think we’ll all die in
Firey devastation
Till we masturbate and blow away
The last civilization
Like a finger to a scab
We’ll see blood but won’t feel bad
And we’ll assume tomorrow’s coming
Cuz it’s never let us down
And if we all make it
We’ll sift through our naked pictures
In the downloads folder
To a song that brings relief
Like nails on a chalkboard
Or the grinding of teeth
It doesn’t sound pretty
To hear I’m turning 18

Walking out the door with him mouthing I wish he was you
Leading me on, playing the system, like school girls are taught to
Being gamed like Ender and I will never forget
Yeah I will always remember you as my biggest regret

Overdramatic conflicts like James Bond flicks
Wishing I was Bond, James Bond for one of them blonde chicks
Feeling like the villain in the movie of my life
Stopping me from what I want
Halle Berry as my wife

Playing lottery scratch cards and rationing my luck
Saving tickets for rainy days, whatever gets me up
Need a win in that department
Or any compartment in my life
Where I store all my emotions
Just like bottles of spice

Two pinches of paprika and one each of bored and lonely
Stoned face like the Mona Lisa, watered down, boiling and phoney
Now it’s to the point where Holden Caulfield wouldn’t kick it
Gotta peace out of prep school
And tell the kids where to stick it

And I think we’ll all die in
Firey devastation
Till we masturbate and blow away
The last civilization
Like a finger to a scab
We’ll see blood but won’t feel bad
And we’ll assume tomorrow’s coming
Cuz it’s never let us down
And if we all make it
We’ll sift through our naked pictures
In the downloads folder
To a song that brings relief
Like nails on a chalkboard
Or the grinding of teeth
It doesn’t sound pretty
To hear I’m turning 18

Apocalypse now
I would rather it be later
Cuz I never bothered looking
At the front page of the paper
Suddenly I count
But don’t count on me
I am only counting days left
Until I'm free
But if we all make it
We’ll sift through our naked pictures
In the downloads folder
To a song that brings relief
Like nails on a chalkboard
Or the grinding of teeth
It doesn’t sound pretty
To hear I’m turning 18