John K. Samson When I Write My Master's Thesis
Oh the streets of Grand Theft Auto San Andreas fill with smoke
Doorbell rings
I put my controller down and pick it up
Shoot some things
Later, the darkness hits reboot and the loneliness increases
She said she'd come back home when I write my master's thesis
Oh the hours I spent in the archives wearing cotton gloves
Shuffling photos from the night at Sanatorium
Halloween parties
Emaciated ghosts hiding in those curtains' creases
I'll let you haunt the world when I write my master's thesis
No more marking first year papers
No more citing sources
So I left home
Cried the bumpy ride to highway twenty-three
Started west
They'll be there to say that I don't to take their stupid test
Greet me with banners and balloons
And my hard drive smashed to pieces
Nothing left for me to say when I write my master's thesis
It's all gonna change when I write my master's thesis
