i m worth five bucks or less the future s down my neck my restless soul takes stride far across this great divide i won t heed its cry won t follow its lifeline it s time to sink or swim sail alone or anchor in i m funny like a nameless fool i m as lucky as a funeral i ve got cliches to write i get high as a kite my dreams force me to wake find meaning to this day burned away into the night grabbed me with the reason why i m sick with the tv on it drones in the lonely dawn i m funny like a nameless fool i m not looking at a glass half full i m tired of the same old pace i hate this same old day how easily i fill this space handed down from the same old place i fade with the old street lights i bark with the dogs at night when the moon is full and bright it smiles in the alleys eyes pin me up with the stars tonight i ve been looking for a place to shine one day it ll be my time i m not waiting for the bells to chime i ll break like a traffic jam i ll sing like a slaughtered lamb upside down like an hourglass i ve been waiting for the sands to pass but the storm keeps rolling in sharp teeth are the howling wind i m like a penny in a fountain thrown from a woman to some poem unknown i m funny like an aimless fool i m as lucky as a funeral now the world seems so clear as it disappears in the blink of a frozen eye in the course of an hour gone by one day my star will rise a new path will open wide like the mouth of a tiger i will swallow all my pride i m funny like an aimless fool i m not looking at a glass half full i m tired of the same old pace how easily i fill this space
['folk punk', 'orgcore']