Well, I'm right here at square 1 again
It's where I have to be
Cause I just can't make no rent nowhere in this economy
As a child, I was brought up smart and
Promised big success
As a young man, I was hopeful
Now, I'm quickly getting less
And I might have screwed my album up and
Lost it a time or two
But I guess I'll stop complaining
When it does get out to you
So to anyone who lets me in
Thank you for lending an ear
To the only thing I have to show for
Playing all these years
There's so much
Pressure to succeed it's
Killing me, but if I
Dare complain, I must be weak
When I sing, people hear
Everything, but they will
Never listen to me speak
So I spend my every weekday walking
Tightrope in the sun
And I guess that it's a living
But it ends up zero fun
I debated going drinking, but I
Did not see the point
Couldn't tell you what I would not give to
Safely have a joint
There's this girl that I've been eyeing
But she plays for the other team
And I bet you that her girlfriend's less
Forgiving than she seems
Sure, I was discouraged when I
Learned, but I can't be mad
It's impossible to date when you're still
Living with your dad
Pressure to succeed is
Killing me; I'm looking
For success, but it's not there
Moving up, but still, it's
Not enough, and then the
Goalpost moves - it isn't fair

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Writer(s): ANDREW PACHECO, CONOR JARROD BROWN, JAY SUSSMAN, MATTHEW WARRY SMITH