Lyrics

Verse 1
Washing plates at Antonio’s
Minimum wage and fifteen years old
Now I’ve got three degrees and a sinking feeling
I’ll end up back in the dish pit again

You can keep your karma and your retrograde
Most days I’m just trying to stay awake
My next life’s probably gonna suck too
More Adderall and more bad news

Pre-Chorus 1
Don’t mind me, just passing through-a
‘nother age of Kali Yuga
Hungry ghosts consume the
Scraps of my peace of mind

Face the facts and fading youth
Shake your fist but still will lose
Different path, same bitter truth
Every ending is the same

Chorus 1
Another future they sold
Just do what you’re told
Why the fuck am I here?
This storyline blows

Years taking their toll
Too young to die old
Mistakes multiply
Regrets returning tenfold

Give samsara a spin
I want off the system
I’m already tired
before it even begins

No one in control
Nobody running the show
Old enough to know better
Too young to die old

Verse 2
Twenty-something in the Great Recession
Forty-pound boxes and a four AM session
Down I-eighty-four through the ice and snow
“Follow your dreams” got me here, you know

Sunrise on the distant peaks
Close but always out of reach
Cold coffee in a paper cup
Close my eyes and wake back up

Pre-Chorus 2
Don’t mind me, just passing through-a
‘nother age of Kali Yuga
Hungry ghosts come chew what’s
Left of my peace of mind

Lock the sorrow deep inside
Don’t like answers that I find
Dharma wheel runs over my
peace of mind

Chorus 2
Another future they sold
Just do what you’re told
You won’t get what you want
But cross your fingers and hope

Hurts too much to let go
Still stuck on the same ‘ol
Bullshit keeps me here
Nothing changes I know

Give samsara a spin
I want off this system
Paid more than it cost
Still nowhere near the end

No one in control
Nobody running the show
Old enough to know better
Too young to die old

Bridge
Over again
Over and over again
Over and over again

Chorus 3
Another future they sold
Just do what you’re told
I know I’ve been here before
But once again here we go

Years taking their toll
Too young to die old
Regrets multiply
Mistakes returning tenfold

Give samsara a spin
Yeah, there’s no way to win
Paid more than it cost
Still clocking back in

No one in control
Nobody running the show
Old enough to know better
Too young to die old