If I go to jail tomorrow
then tonight I'll play guitar
cuz that's the only thing that matters anymore.
When everything went to shit
I didn't admit I was wrong
I gotta be stubborn when I wanna write a song.

Cuz often it doesn't happen or come out right
then I'll just give up and stare out the night
what's new on my wall? what's going on outside my room?
Wondering why sleep never comes soon.

Then when it does it hits like a ton of bricks
waking up at two isn't hard when you pass out at six
I don't have the trappings of motivation
and even if I did, I'd never use them

So when it doesn't happen or come out right
I'll just give up and stare out the night
What's new on my wall? What's going on outside my room
Wondering why sleep never comes soon.

Working by clock you know it gets so fucking boring
so I ditched my job when all that rush was pointless.
Cuz I work and work and work and work
and work my life away,
another hour passed another dollar made.
Living by the laws you know they got so fucking boring
So I dealt 448 grams but all those crimes were pointless
cuz now I slave and slave and slave
and slave the day away,
another hour passed another penance paid.

So when it doesn't happen or come out right
don't you give up and stare out the night
Take a deep breath and get back to work,
the hardest things I do bring the greatest reward. Go!