the job song

My friends keep trying to diagnose my brain with diseases

But I think my brain's okay man, it's the world that's not

Don't test me, I got spikes under my scalp

I'm not scared of your steps, lace up your boots if you want

Life is short and the night is young

It just takes a single pinhole to lighten the room up

I could probably be writing down my thoughts

And drinking less coffee and finding a job

But I take pride in thinking at all

And getting out of bed and going on walks