Fucked Up

sometimes you've got to do those things, the shitty things,
you thought you would never have to. oh no, I think I've grown,
I've grown up.
if you could take it all back, turnaround, and make it a new day,
would you let that shit slide
an hour at a time,
or would you look into the mirror and say:
you really fucked up
you really fucked up
you really fucked up this time around.
and I don't mind the constant lows
of acting mature once in a while.
what I hate is the mask over my face.
I hate this place right now.
I may be lazy, but I'll bite the hand that pays me
'cuz I really hate my job.
and while the city gets constructed my conscience it is abducted,
and raped by racist homophobic slobs, and my reflection says:
you really fucked up
you really fucked up
you really fucked up this time around.
and I don't mind the constant lows
of acting mature once in a while.
what I hate is the mask over my face.
I (fucking) hate this place right now.
everytime I leave there I get excited,
'cuz I get to go home, and be alone.
and if I so choose my own company,
well then I'll know the comfort in not standing alone...
for a change.
everytime I leave there I get excited,
walking away, it's always enlightening,
so if I'm forced back, no doubt that I'm gonna say...
(gonna say...)
...Let me out!