Corgi - August Eleventh Lyrics

I can't wait to get home late and have troubles remembering the times when I should be awake
I'll set some new short term goals and put them off just long enough to slap them in the ten year plan
One day I will have the upper hand

I spent all of last year's summer twiddling the hours away
Hotboxing our old van and speeding in maryland
And the days were fire so we sweat ourselves clean
Natty bo' expired always tastes the best to me

Crying in your house way back in march seemed over dramatic
When there were two white doors with our names stenciled black upon them
Maybe we'll live year to year afraid our jobs will up and disappear
And we'll be stuck doing shit we hate
Maybe we'll live year to year afraid our jobs will up and evaporate
And we'll die doing shit we hate
We'll die doing shit we hate