Locked away in pity

I’m happy on my own, locked away, nice and warm,
They all seem so annoyed that I’m staunchly unemployed,
And I think they find it scary that it isn’t quite the norm,
And oh so disappointed that my prospects are destroyed,

Sleeping all day, drinking all night,
Maybe it’s a cliché, but to me it feels right,
Preaching, you’re sincere, maybe shed a tear,
But these all things I don’t really need to hear,

I am in free-fall, so it seems, feels good,
And when I sleep I rule the roost in lucid dreams,
I know that I’m not existing exactly as I should,
And that I’m on my way to poverty, so it seems,

Sleeping all day, drinking all night,
Maybe it’s a cliché, but to me it feels right,
Preaching, you’re sincere, maybe shed a tear,
But these all things I don’t really need to hear,

Feeling empty, what to do? Chase the dragon,
They say that it’s no way for me to live my life,
Maybe they are right, but I’ll never hit the wagon,
Doesn’t matter I’ll be gone by twenty-five.