That shot of whiskey
dulls my nerves
that taste aint good
and it kinda burns
what do I do now?
I pull a smoke from
my pocket, and take a light
the smoke creates a ghost
in the pitch black of the night
I stroll down McKinley
humming a tune from the radio
I dont have a place to be
no place to actually go

Hey lady with the marker up front
stocking our brains with useless tid bits
of information
*******!
Im not paying attention to you.
I guess you can say Im wasting my education
'Im gonna do something big, bigger then YOU'
Im gonna be a big movie star
with all my useless materialistic things
my over priced clothes. or my 6 million dollar car
making tabloids and headlines everytime
I find a girl thats better than just a ****
Ill have a big house, and leave a ton of rooms empty.
Ill try and seem sophisticated enough to try and write a lame half true autobiography
And Ill have a drug stint and people will know my problem
Six months will pass
December
Janurary
Feburary
March
April
May
'say what ever happened to him?'
Ill be clean then, and Ill look like Im enjoying myself
I did a good job of staying out of trouble
and when the trouble stopped so will the help
Soon Ill find myself alone in
my mansion with nothing to do
Ill give a hefty donation
But thats just because I feel useless
so old and just caged in
And when Im sitting in my chair
wormed by a fire, sipping on my aged wine
Ill be thinking how finishing college
getting a job and starting a family woulda been just fine

Nothing is more put together
It's set up perfect and completely organized
Its not a book, nor one of
humans many establishments

Its a single piece of paper
and the ink on it reads
the Periodic Table of the Elements