Текст песни Marion - The Thought

I'm back in Pasadena!
I failed all of my classes
And I ran out chances
Been so sad, I'm getting fat
Just watch me stand in Molasses
And I haven't an asset
So I'm back in Pasadena!
Tucked my tail and went backwards
Had to lower my standards
I been missing all the hazard signs
No wonder I'm crashing
Where'd I fuck it up enough to end up
On Marion?

A strategic retreat
I got deceived by the Dean
Move back to Pasadena
For believers in me
I got a couple of D's
And bought some ounces of weed
Got caught by Johnny Law
And didn't get my degree
Move to Marion, it's down the street from PCC
Done with these librarians, it's worker bee-ing for me
Got out of that aquarium, swam the coldest of seas
Never thought I'd miss the focus of a carried disease
And the air that we breathe is just so trash in the city
It's a rational need that keeps us passing the shifty
Got my tap card, and cash, and got no rush to be thrifty
What a pity that I'm acting like my passion is busy
Or something I'm too busy for, dizzy spinning on a chair
Standing where I've been before, these Ritzy shits with time to spare
Dare you to miss me as you barreling like you don't care
Out my hair with your bitching, and endless errant questionnaires
Like a flare when I'm stitching shifts together, just a strike away
Couldn't bear to listen better, when I feel the knife fillet
Write me up for doctor's notes and call me in today?
Then surprised when I explode when you deny my pay?
The wages got raised, I'm out a hundred and change
I'm demanding an exchange in range of customer ears
"That ain't enough, as appraised!" and I don't manage my rage
So "Fuck my wage", and "goodbye" to my career

I'm back in Pasadena!
I yelled right at my bosses
Got the job and then lost it
Angry 'bout my rate of pay
When I should "stay for the constant"
Every day I'm despondent
So I'm back in Pasadena!
I was waxing my crosses
At my speed through the process
Couldn't see that high aloft
Scoffed at my need for the losses
Fuck up my knees when I'm walking home
To Marion

Around the time I got fired, I'm with Danny and Bash
Sitting, filling up our fire pit with cigarette ash
Fergus keeps reminding us it's time to take out the trash
But a notification is all it takes to distract
Got a chime on the Snap, from a dime that I knew
Way back when I was still on Amberwood and rhyming was new
Y'all know vagina can woo, and it's true, it'd been a while
So I tell her "come through!" and I greet her with a smile
Her name was Chloe, not my usual type, for those who know me
But she wasn't moving slowly and she knew that I was lonely too
She tried to blow me, I shuddered, held her closely
We'd only smoked together, so I'm flustered by the truth
"What's the root that makes this what you want to do?"
Stupid Jack, he asking questions, and it's killing the mood
"Don't you want to fuck me? I've been thinking 'bout you"
Yes I do, Baby, trust me, you look lovely
But I gotta love me first before I got enough for you, too