A Life Less Ordinary

I don’t want to waste this youth
I may not have another
Everything too quickly slips away
When orphaned by a mother
Time threatens me unabashedly
With every second wasted
I’m reminded that I’m 22
And easily devastated
Anxiously, I hurry and wait
For an overdue intervention by fate

Hey Bus Driver
Don’t tell me to turn down my jams
It’s the only thing
In this world I can stand
Let me blow out my eardrums
Fuck, they’re mine
Life’s so short
And we’re all running out of time

I’ve got to exert my freedom
Cuz these drugs aren’t comfort enough
There’s a difference after a while
Between freeing your mind and just getting fucked up
Once you’ve expanded your horizons
And searched for what makes you tick
You’re just numbing the pain
Burning and returning, bent over sick
I’d like to be driving a truck somewhere
Just to be out in the open air

Hey Bus Driver
Don’t tell me to turn down my jams
It’s the only thing
In this world I can stand
Let me blow out my eardrums
Fuck, they’re mine
Life’s so short
And we’re all running out of time

I’m tired
Of being told what to do
Just tired
And when to do it
I’m fed up
At having no choice
Just fed up
At having no voice
It’s fucked up
To have to live for nothing
So I’m fucked up
Because it’s something

Hey Bus Driver
Don’t tell me to turn down my jams
It’s the only thing
In this world I can stand
Let me blow out my eardrums
Fuck, they’re mine
Life’s so short
And we’re all running out of time

I want to live an unconventional life
A life less ordinary
Everything’s losing it’s value
So nothing’s mandatory