It seems the longer I'm alive   The more afraid I am to die   The more I do the less I think   That I've accomplished anything   I make a plan with lots of lists   And write them down with busted wrists   It makes the words so hard to read   Can't tell what any of it means      This house could really use some heat   Just start a fire with my degree      I have an unproductive mind   That's why I pay it overtime   The day shift cannot get it right   And so it's working through the night   I groan and mutter in my sleep   The graveyard shift's clearing debris   But I can't remember any dreams   I can't remember anything      We need more wood for the fireplace   Just use this stack of resumes      When we were kids I never had a dream   So everybody asked   What do you wanna be   What do you wanna be   What are you gonna be?      I have so many things to say   But all these words get in the way   I talk so much my speeches blur   I sing so hard my vision slurs   The future's losing all its shape      I'm deaf from hearing my own voice   Proclaiming that I'll make a choice   My head's a bucket full of steam   I don't have any fucking dreams   I don't have any fucking dreams