Oh life has been nothing but a list of complaints
Of mistakes I have made
Now I'm older and I'm wiser, the sun is shining brighter
But the people want my tune to change
But the pathetic truth is I'm still inherently useless
At being happy with what is, so
Here's my moody disposition
Over a cheery chord progression
To pretend that I sound positive
La la, la la, la la, la la la la la la
La la, la la, la la, la la la la la la
Oh I'm being paid next to nothing to be screamed at by hungry cretins
I'm glad that I got that degree
Speaking of which I'm still paying for a course thats worth it's weight in
Day old thrown out pastries
Meanwhile music ever elusive is becoming quite abusive
With its overwhelming difficulty
In band form or on my lonesome I'm still singing to no one
And begging for some validity
La la, la la, la la, la la la la la la
La la, la la, la la, la la la la la la
Oh I don't mean to whine, but I'm just biding my time
Until the world explodes and takes all your souls
The hell off my globe, and leaves me the f*ck alone
But I guess until then... I'll sing
La la, la la, la la, la la la la la la
La la, la la, la la, la la la la la la
For this last part I'll just mention, if you've been paying attention
That some things never change
There's still a lot of good things like Buffy on Netflix
But the harder parts still remain
I don't want to take anyone for granted or have fame and fortune handed
To a woeful speck of dust like me
But I'm really sick to death of being shat on from high above
And being told that I should be happy
La la, la la, la la, la la la la la la
La la, la la, la la, la la la la la la
Jog on
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Oh life has been nothing but a list of complaints
Of mistakes I have made
Now I'm older and I'm wiser, the sun is shining brighter
But the people want my tune to change
But the pathetic truth is I'm still inherently useless
At being happy with what is, so
Here's my moody disposition
Over a cheery chord progression
To pretend that I sound positive
La la, la la, la la, la la la la la la
La la, la la, la la, la la la la la la
Oh I'm being paid next to nothing to be screamed at by hungry cretins
I'm glad that I got that degree
Speaking of which I'm still paying for a course thats worth it's weight in
Day old thrown out pastries
Meanwhile music ever elusive is becoming quite abusive
With its overwhelming difficulty
In band form or on my lonesome I'm still singing to no one
And begging for some validity
La la, la la, la la, la la la la la la
La la, la la, la la, la la la la la la
Oh I don't mean to whine, but I'm just biding my time
Until the world explodes and takes all your souls
The hell off my globe, and leaves me the f*ck alone
But I guess until then... I'll sing
La la, la la, la la, la la la la la la
La la, la la, la la, la la la la la la
For this last part I'll just mention, if you've been paying attention
That some things never change
There's still a lot of good things like Buffy on Netflix
But the harder parts still remain
I don't want to take anyone for granted or have fame and fortune handed
To a woeful speck of dust like me
But I'm really sick to death of being shat on from high above
And being told that I should be happy
La la, la la, la la, la la la la la la
La la, la la, la la, la la la la la la
Jog on
Of mistakes I have made
Now I'm older and I'm wiser, the sun is shining brighter
But the people want my tune to change
But the pathetic truth is I'm still inherently useless
At being happy with what is, so
Here's my moody disposition
Over a cheery chord progression
To pretend that I sound positive
La la, la la, la la, la la la la la la
La la, la la, la la, la la la la la la
Oh I'm being paid next to nothing to be screamed at by hungry cretins
I'm glad that I got that degree
Speaking of which I'm still paying for a course thats worth it's weight in
Day old thrown out pastries
Meanwhile music ever elusive is becoming quite abusive
With its overwhelming difficulty
In band form or on my lonesome I'm still singing to no one
And begging for some validity
La la, la la, la la, la la la la la la
La la, la la, la la, la la la la la la
Oh I don't mean to whine, but I'm just biding my time
Until the world explodes and takes all your souls
The hell off my globe, and leaves me the f*ck alone
But I guess until then... I'll sing
La la, la la, la la, la la la la la la
La la, la la, la la, la la la la la la
For this last part I'll just mention, if you've been paying attention
That some things never change
There's still a lot of good things like Buffy on Netflix
But the harder parts still remain
I don't want to take anyone for granted or have fame and fortune handed
To a woeful speck of dust like me
But I'm really sick to death of being shat on from high above
And being told that I should be happy
La la, la la, la la, la la la la la la
La la, la la, la la, la la la la la la
Jog on
Writer: Kayleigh Morgan
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