Things Will Be Better In California

Wishing away your luck
When will it end
How will you know that it's gone if nothing changes
Deafening, isn't it?
The sound of your life crumbling down around you
No one hears it
Clench your fist around your helplessness and keep on squeezing
You don't lack for sense...
Dashing your head against the street just comes easy
Because THAT'S what you are
Not what you've done
Or what you've made
"WORK" means nothing
It's how we justify our wasted time
And defend our cruel minds
Wishing away your life
When will it end
All of your words are dead