[Chorus: The Writer.]
All in all my life is still the same
Same name, same I don’t care
All in all something's do gotta change
The cheapest ticket is the one way
But know Rome wasn’t built in a day
These are things that I gotta do
These are things never taught in school
These are words I’m painting true
These are times when your life is due

[Verse One: The Writer.]
More than average and less of the same
Check my resume
Park City born and raised
Taking walks on the street so I don’t pull my hair
But this medication doesn’t help
I still feel them all stare
Like I got it any different, I had nothing to prove
Graduated as an outcast from my own high school
And since I was seventeen I had a lot more to lose
With money scarce
Real life hits you faster when you got no food
Holes in my shoes;
Swiss cheese network on my flip phone
Still I worked more
For the payout
Lost all my friends and my weekends
Who I was, when I was younger
Had no father; disappointed my mother
Lost and lonely; cold and I’m sorry
That I can’t be
A decent son and a brother

[Chorus: The Writer.]
All in all my life is still the same
Same name, same I don’t care
All in all something's do gotta change
The cheapest ticket is the one way
But know Rome wasn’t built in a day
These are things that I gotta do
These are things never taught in school
These are words I’m painting true
These are times when your life is due

[Verse Two: The Writer.]
Now imagine for a second; listen to my words
As I tell you a tale; a story never told
Back in 4th grade I did a solo project
Teacher said write a little of yourself
And I was simple as it gets
I wasn’t talented
In fact teachers said writing was my weakness
But in a lines of the sheet
I spit a lie just to cheat
Said I wrote raps, but no I didn’t do that
But here I am spitting bars behind a Rode mic
Prophesied a future by mistake; I know right
Its kind of freaky, a bit scary, but it made
Who I am, here today, in my room with a chance
It’s the fault in my stars, and so far, I’m a man
At YVR with a pass in my hand; one way
Running down the gates, looking for Alaska
Dropped my cigarettes in the abundance of laughter

[Chorus: The Writer.]
All in all my life is still the same
Same name, same I don’t care
All in all something's do gotta change
The cheapest ticket is the one way
But know Rome wasn’t built in a day
These are things that I gotta do
These are things never taught in school
These are words I’m painting true
Painting true
Painting true
Painting true