You took a little every day until I didn't have sh** Two years off and on and not even the chance to quit Just a letter on the fridge That I got from human resources I know that six weeks was kind of a bit much And that nothing is forever and that nothing should be Someday it all stops, and I can't sleep now Because I'm not a real f**ing adult But I guess now I'll have my life From 7:00 to 6:45 Marie, Marie, Marie, I'm sorry I've been too busy For the promise of an unfulfilling life The risks I took were mine to take We couldn't communicate in anything but rote responses and sh** eating grins And everything starts dwindling when it's all built on Power trips and pandering, power trips and pandering The letter arrived yesterday, I didn't have a drop to drink I had to play and drive four hours to Brooklyn To my apartment of dirty sh** And a thousand lonely days ahead But I guess now I'll have my life With red and black out of my eyes Marie, Marie, Marie I'm really stoked you set me free From the promise of an unfulfilling life were I can pay my bills and pa** out at eleven and not Wake up and start feeling bad Worst case of the Mondays that I've ever had Though I treat every weekday like a Saturday night Except for drinks I can't afford A can of Shmidty's, nothing more I need some more security Than that provided by choosing between a job you hate, a job you hate and a job that doesn't pay I got to caught up with me to behave responsibly Michael, Nathan and Christine, I've got no rent, Marie, Marie, Marie! I was arguing with cops while I had a fake mustache on Poorly handling emotions while swimming naked in the ocean Breaking bottles all over your floor and leaving without our f**ing pa**ports Drinking gin and Zicam until 2 AM while playing Rock Band Inviting myself into homes of strangers to drink all alone Leaving sweat-soaked boxers on a bar 'cause they said "put a t-shirt on" Acting irresponsibly and trying to make a choice between A job you hate and a job that doesn't pay