Woke up and it's August
Feels like every day before it
How can I plan for the future
If I'm not sure it exists

I'm just a wage slave, wasting time
Gonna die one day on the state's dime
You can't fine me
If I'm underground decomposing

But what if I run off to LA
What if it's everything I wanted it to be
And what if that doesn't make me happy
What if it's emptier than it seems?

Is it still a dream if it scares me?
Am I wasting too much time thinking