Who's got time for self improvement
You're too tired to cook yourself dinner, nose to the grindstone
And when you're alone
Spend your time marinating in regret
About all your friends, and the student debt
All my problems are so simple
I'm so god damn afraid of failing I'll never win
Where do I begin
To pick up the shards of my awful broken brain
And build it back up to destroy once again
But who's got time for second chances
Shitty friends and high school dances
We aren't on this earth so long
To let me sit back and be proven wrong
Who's got time for life's romantics
They say if you stay on the bench you never score
And if I want more
I gotta say I'm a sorry sight
I don't have the guts to live my life
I don't have the guts to live my life
I don't have the guts to live my life
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