You took a little every day until I didn't have ****
Two years off and on and not even the chance to quit
Just a letter on a fridge that I got from human resources
I know that six weeks was kind of a bit much

And that nothing is forever and that nothing should be
Someday it all stops and I can't sleep
Now because I'm not a real ***king adult
But I guess now I'll have my life from 7 to 6:45

Marie, Marie, Marie, I'm sorry I've been too busy
For the promise of an unfulfilling life

The risks I took were mine to take
We couldn't communicate in anything
But wrote responses and **** eating grins
And everything starts dwindling when it's all built
On power trips and pandering power trips and pandering

The letter arrived yesterday, I didn't have a drop to drink
I had to play and drive four hours to Brooklyn
To my apartment of dirty **** and 1,000 lonely days ahead
But I guess now I'll have my life with red and black out of my eyes

Marie, Marie, Marie, I'm really stoked you set me free
From the promise of an unfulfilling life

Where I can pay my bills and p*** out at eleven and not
Wake up in the morning and start feeling bad
Worst case of the Mondays that I've ever had

Though I treat every weekday like a Saturday night
Except for drinks I can't afford
A can of Shmidty's, nothing more

I need some more security than that provided by choosing between
A job you hate, a job you hate and a job that doesn't pay
I got too caught up with me to behave responsibly
Michael, Nathan and Christine, I've got no rent, Marie, Marie

I was arguing with cops while I had a fake moustache on
Poorly handling emotions, swimming naked in the ocean
Breaking bottles all over your floor and leaving without our p***ports
Drinking gin and Zicam until 2 AM while playing rock band

Inviting myself into homes of strangers to drink all alone
Leaving sweat-soaked boxers on a bar 'cause they said 'Put a t-shirt on'
Acting irresponsibly and trying to make a choice
Between a job you hate and a job that doesn't pay