Adult Crap

I gotta say, life isn’t how I expected
But in a way, I guess that’s nice
Oh, not really
And you’d think that I’d cry myself to sleep
And maybe you’re right, but what can I do?
All these pills, bookkeeping
Pleasant things like so
So many things, ah, how I want them
But money comes and goes
And you’d think that I’d cry myself to sleep
And maybe you’re right, but what can I do?
What am I supposed to do with this mess called life?
And people say
«You'll figure it out somewhere along the way»
Still every night I’d cry myself to sleep
Do you see a bit of you in me?
And you’d think that I’d cry myself to sleep
Do you see a bit of you in me?