i love to run hill sprints, i need help to rise from bed
usually i lose count now, sports are not good for your head
i like to write stories as a way to pass the time
no it’s not a poem if the lyrics do not rhyme
all i really want to do is bike and read and run
by four or five pm well i can move again, what fun
i think i want to travel but the airport makes me sad
often i’ll go somewhere, but won’t like it, then feel bad
used to think of cool things now i’m hooked on cold hard cash
doesn’t matter though because i’d spend it all on trash
i’m not really social i don’t ever want to share
guess that i should catch up yeah but also, i don’t care
where has gone rock music? i like when it’s hot outside
maybe i’ll look back on life and wish that i had tried