I don’t want to have a simple life
The kind where I pay my bills, struggle with debt and microwave ramen every third Saturday to keep from cooking
I just don’t want to have a simple life
The type where I just worry about surviving to the next check just to check that I’m still alive and complaining
Which means I don’t want to live a simple life
That has no kind of adventure and no substance, friends that all blur together and meals that seem to all be the same flavor
Because a simple life isn’t living
I’ll accept the complexity that is me, the walking contradiction I always seem to be and make sure that me, myself, and I go on adventures all the time
‘Cause I am done with that simple life!
I’ve seen how the predictability becomes so predictable that tomorrow is just a mirror of yesterday that today just copied
And how, somehow, the -taniety loses it spon- and every little hope and dream withers away to nothing like dust in the wind
So fuck that simple life, I’ll take my complexity any day!