Bomb The Music Industry! - Pog lyrics

And I haven't had any fun this year but that's f**ing bullsh** and I haven't had any luck this year I'm preaching to the choir. I know. I haven't been to my parents' house in months and it looks like March and the years before and my attitude's the same: familiar and worrisome. I pictured my d**h two times today the tracks and the fire escape. Room of burnt toast and stacked dirty plates and I'm the one responsible I haven't had any luck this year I know I'm preaching to the choir but my nightmare's here and I forgot how to wake up and start moving forward. And my mother said, "Son, I'm sorry you're neurotic." And my dad said, "Son, I really thought you dodged the bullet."