Failure's Hall of Fame

Where do you go from love
How do sign your name
On the brick wall
In failure’s hall of fame
There’s no 401(k)
At your mom’s house
Just cheap champagne
Where you christen the couch
Your final resting place
I’ll never stop
This sick obsession
With my evil thoughts
Until I’ve done it all
You start revisiting all
Your high school haunts
Wax nostalgic
You haven’t come far
You hide in your car
To avoid an old friend’s mom
Reassessing your life
Where did I go wrong
You develop a crush on the mailman
You jerk off outside
Because you can
I believe it’s true
That we should never meet our heroes
And life’s like a Monet
Just squint your eyes
It gains six zeroes
I’ll never stop
This sick obsession
With my evil thoughts
Until I’ve done it all
Until I hit the wall
Until I finally fall