First World Words

I won't write about sex while there's bills due

Best bet is that next check

But you better cash quick before that APR kills you

And my best guess 

Is its all left for the last sec 

Cause in some respect it kinda thrills you

Living on the edge, no regret

That the rents due and those new shoes 

Were a bad call 

But you need heels 

Cause your esteem falls 

When he don't call 

But you swear that he likes you

Its a cycle 

It's my life though

I need something 

For me, rewards for being stifled 

By this job

This boss

This loss of sense of self since I left help

Behind 

At my parents 

It's apparent that I self indulge 

Just a little bit, cause this shit is tough 

And life's a bitch 

If you don't go along with it 

I try and fight against the grain

Carve my name 

Into the tree of life 

And somehow it leaves 

My sticky hands empty

Sending 

My sappy heart the message

That I'm plenty fine 

Right where I am

Under the thumb of someone

Else's dreams for me 

I need release

I swipe those cards 

HARD

So that the magnets cease 

To work

It works

I swear it can't be declined 

Just try again…I swear it's fine

I paid the bill

There's some mistake

There must be 

One you'll take…card desperately replaced

As I pray 

For fate to give me 

One more swipe

I swear 

I might 

Give up 

Because I trust

This can't be

Life

This can’t be right, I can’t be wrong

I’m on another level, I’m special

I paid my dues; I’m due for something better

I’m better than this I think

I mean I want to be

I probably

I kinda wish I was

But shit, it must be luck

And I have none,

So technically it’s not my fault

Technically it’s not my call

Not in my hands

Easy to be easy on me when it’s someone else’s plan

Typical

Tantrum

Taking their toll

On another first world problem having

Entitled unbridled American 

Wanting it all