About a year ago now
I was flat and broke out
I couldn’t pay my loans down
I couldn’t pay the bank for my art degree
And like a starving artist
I started eating garbage
And I wrote about all the things I ate
And my reviews now
They hit a billion view counts
And on the nightly news hour
I was profiled for a feel-good piece
They called me «fast foodie»
They acted like they knew me
But they didn’t know the man I wanna be
Now I can live well
Bills paid
With the things that I make
What I make
Is not great
And it takes me all day
And on this afternoon
I eat a candy bar
I’m surrounded by
A museum of art
Everything preserved
To last a thousand years
Everything I write
Instantly disappears
It isn’t fair
So I push a statue
That smashes on the ground
I blame it on a kid, and I run
And I can live well
Bills paid
With the things that I make
What I make
Is not great
And it takes me all day
It takes me all day