I'm eighteen years old and I don't have a job
Not that I could get one, 'cause that shit's too hard
The pressure from myself makes me want to die
A million reasons to go out and kill
Just a handful of lovely mind-numbing pills
Take them every night, before I get out of bed
Haven't met my friends for a month now
Because they all live in different towns
Been smoking philip morris blues for a month now
'Cause I never got eight bucks to spare for tobacco
I'm broke living at my parents' house
I'm broke living at my parents' house
I'm broke living at my parents' house
Without you