Living Wrong

I've been awake for days, so don't talk to me about late nights/ cause there's too many words to write, I can't sleep, I'm just trying to fight/ the urge to close my eyes, now everything is blending together/ and I got no liquor left to go with all this juice, outside it looks like bad weather/ I wish I was at the cottage right now, surrounded by spruce trees so I could take a swim in the lake/ maybe find a fine looking girl I could take out on a date/ but my life as a writer can get a little bit complicated cause I like being alone/ I wasn't always like this though, I used to have a dozen friends waiting for me at home/ now I spend my time buried underneath piles of paper and books/ I do however keep my family close, The King and Queen of the castle like a pair of rooks/so that makes me the Prince, even though some days I feel like the Jester of the land/ but I'll keep my heart on my sleeve and my pen steady in my hand/ it's hard trying to juggle all these things that I hold dearly to myself/ but what matters the most is that I put them all above wealth/ cause money doesn't make you a better person in the grande scheme of life/ it's what you do for others that makes an impact on what feels right/ ...cause I'm tired of living wrong