I just got another job, but I'm still not busy enough
To distract from the existential torture of being alone

Sometimes the only solution is to get up off the couch
And remind yourself there's definitely a fucking way to get out
Of this thought process you have defined
As yourself for too long, for too long
There are priceless bits of wisdom if you'll open your ears
To the people that you thought were consumed by their fears
You're not the result of your successes and failures
Just a brain using perception to figure out what is real
If this isn't real
Than nothing is real

And I'll be the first to admit that I was wrong all along
Let's get the fuck outta town man, go sing some songs
To strangers in a basement in a house somewhere
There's not enough time to think about
Everything
Oh, it's too confusing

But I just got another job and I'm still not busy enough
To distract from the constant fucking torture of existing alone