keeping up

There's something soothing about a day job
 That ruins your clothes
 It's miserable and comforting to know
 That there's a couch and weed at home
 Waiting for me
 I missed a lot on the road
 I'ma fuck up when I'm home
 I'll still be washing dishes when I'm 40 years old
 My kidneys caked and braces on both my knees
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 Outside every inside joke
 With my busted ears ringing
 God knows I miss being at home
 This was Mecca before the property value changed
 Everywhere I loved became everything that I hate
 Now there's no room for broke asses like me
 Don't wanna lose track of my friends
 The distance is fucked
 It's not that I don't care, I'm just awful at keeping up
 There's just no room in my head
 Between the scrambled names and burned off piston rings
 I'm outside every inside joke
 With my busted ears ringing
 God knows I miss being at home
 
 There's something soothing about a day job
 That ruins your clothes
 It's miserable and comforting to know
 That there's a couch and weed at home
 Waiting for me
 I missed a lot on the road
 I'ma fuck up when I'm home
 I'll still be washing dishes when I'm 40 years old
 My kidneys caked and braces on both my knees
 ♪
 Outside every inside joke
 With my busted ears ringing
 God knows I miss being at home
 This was Mecca before the property value changed
 Everywhere I loved became everything that I hate
 Now there's no room for broke asses like me
 Don't wanna lose track of my friends
 The distance is fucked
 It's not that I don't care, I'm just awful at keeping up
 There's just no room in my head
 Between the scrambled names and burned off piston rings
 I'm outside every inside joke
 With my busted ears ringing
 God knows I miss being at home