Lyrics
Look, these teachers- these teachers want us to work, you know?
And I say, 'Fine, I'll work'
But you gotta let me do the kinda work that I wanna do
And for me, Lindsay, it's- it's my drum kit man
This is my passion, you know?
This is- this is the essence of who I am now
But before I had this, I was lost too
You see what I'm saying?
You, you need to find your reason for, for living
I- you gotta find your big... gigantic drum kit, you know?
Hey, maybe I'll buy a clarinet
I'm no good with maps
I've no sense of direction
And I can't write anything without autocorrection
I just can't keep up with this curriculum
I wish I could learn in my sleep
I've got a problem with problems
I'm not punctual
I get lost in context
And sentence construction
I've never said this to anyone before
I've never said it out loud