tick tock tick tock 

The clock is making a lot of noise I have to fix this shit 

Come on John, let's get up, today is another day of the endless routine we live in, another day of nothing exciting happening at college that isn't going well, at the job you don't have, at the rent you owe, at the mother you have disappointed being just you,

in the friends you love but do you know what love is?

the father who hasn't spoken like you in years 

what do you have? 

nothing, right? 

how sad 

Come on jonh get up even though you have nothing you still have the music 

music is the only thing you feel,

 the only thing that always made sense to you,

 the only thing that really makes you happy,

the only thing that touches your soul 

the only thing you really feel like you belong to,

that completes you,

nothing but it makes sense but calm down soon it will