Notions - Ugly Heroes

I got a feeling is my own and I own my truth

I got a feeling that I’m here for a reason and the reason is you

I got a feeling that the past and the present and the future are the same

I got a feeling that I’m nothing much more than a student of the game

Another day another dollar

Weeks worth of work in my wallet

Life’s what you call it

That’s why I take shots at these bars

Listen close, I’m not talking about being an alcoholic

Interpretation is everything

Business, kids and wedding rings

Think we need shrinks stress the cheddar brings

What the fuck money will solve?

In fact money makes an ass out of most when big money’s involved

When I slow down and think about it

Half the moves that I’ve made

I wish someone said, «Slow down and think about it.»

Nothing in life lasts

I wish that I could stretch this moment to infinity and back and fight math

Sitting in the diner with mother of my child

Thinking, «How can we make this moment forever now?»

Cause at it’s simplest, life’s perfect

Fuck work and fuck the other Earthlings

Fuck what’s on the surface

None of this is worth it

I got a feeling is my own and I own my truth

I got a feeling that I’m here for a reason and the reason is you

I got a feeling that the past and the present and the future are the same

I got a feeling that I’m nothing much more than a student of the game

Life will get overwhelming, Devil on shoulder dwelling

Telling you all the reasons death could be so compelling

Suddenly you stressing chaos, never getting a day off

All you doing is working and never seeing a pay off

Wondering where your check at

Knowing W-2's are just going to pay your debts back

Well F that

Getting pulled in every direction you don’t gotta accept that

And I don’t mean to complain

But you gotta believe me it isn’t easy to fain

Happiness or a smile when all you’re feeling is pain

Only way to maintain is with chemicals in your brain

When every day that you wake

Is just another reminder of smiles that you gotta fake

Try to remember the time we’re given is borrowed

Knowing you got to do it all over again tomorrow