Jumping the Gun

I think my luck's run out
I think the sky is one big cloud
I talk and ramble on about
things that I don't even care about
I rhymed about with about
twice
I think I feel the weight of the world collapsing on top of me
I'm greasy as fuck and I wish nobody ever fucked with me
I'm listening to rap but it doesn't appeal to me
I wish I was dead atleast it'd be a new adventure for me
Hurry up and tell me how your day was
So I can continue pretending my life is an illusion
I don't get paid for not doing work
So why should you try to connect with me