You took a little every day until I didn�t have shit
Two years off and on and not even the chance to quit
just a letter on a fridge
that I got from human resources
I know that six weeks was kind of a bit much
and that nothing is forever, and that nothing should be. Someday it all
stops and I can�t sleep now because I�m not a real fucking adult
but I guess now I�ll have my life
from 7 to 6:45.
Marie! Marie! Marie! I�m sorry
I�ve been too busy
for the promise of an unfulfilling life
The risks I took were mine to take
We couldn�t communicate
in anything
but rote responses and shit eating grins
And everything starts dwindling
when it�s all built on
power trips and pandering
power trips and pandering
The letter arrived yesterday
I didn�t have a drop to drink
I had to play and drive four hours to Brooklyn
to my apartment of dirty shit and 1,000 lonely days ahead

But I guess now I�ll have my life
with red and black out of my eyes
Marie! Marie! Marie! I�m really stoked you set me free
from the promise of an unfulfilling life
where I can pay my bills and
pass out at eleven and not
wake up in the morning and start feeling bad
Worst case of the Mondays that I�ve ever had
though I treat every weekday like a Saturday night
except for drinks I can�t afford
A can of Shmidty�s, nothing more
I need some more security
than that provided by choosing between
a job you hate, a job you hate
and a job that doesn�t pay
I got too caught up with me
to behave responsibly
Michael, Nathan and Christine, I�ve got no rent, Marie! Marie!
I was arguing with cops while I had a fake moustache on
poorly handling emotions, swimming naked in the ocean
breaking bottles all over your floor and leaving without our passports
drinking gin and Zicam until 2 AM while playing rock band
inviting myself into homes of strangers to drink all alone
leaving sweat-soaked boxers on a bar �cause they said �put a t-shirt on�
acting irresponsibly and trying to make a choice between
a job you hate and a job that doesn�t pay