I like the new apartment
I like the new girlfriend
I like the way the summer didn’t end
I hate being responsible
I hate the smell of weed
I hate having to give up on all my dreams
I like my turntable
I hate the radio
I think that’s just part of getting old
And I love my free time, but I don’t get enough
I think I’ve overcommitted to too much stuff
Like skydiving without a parachute
I’ll just close my eyes