WIP

When the horoscope,
seems to know,
more about my life,
than I do.

Walking in the snow,
cold lets you know,
you alone.

Breathing in the cold,
breathing alone,
alone I know.

When the horoscope,
seems to know,
more about my life,
than I do.

Seeing the old graduate,
makes me,
hopeful it isn't too late.

Unfocused purpose,
tell a man what his worth is,
how old are you now?

When the horoscope,
seems to know,
more about my life,
than I do.

When the horoscope,
seems to know,
more about my life,
than I do.

You know that classic stereotype,
yeah, if I'm guessing right,
you'd be the cute one.

The real attractive one,
that lives for fun,
and throws them away.

When the horoscope,
seems to know,
more about my life,
than I do.

And I'm heartbroken,
mourning for nothing,
nothing now.

Still time for me to educate,
and perhaps graduate,
learn from this.

When the horoscope,
seems to know,
more about my life,
than I do.

Don't want to work no more.
Don't want to get out of bed.
Don't need no horoscope.
Don't need to know.
No, no tomorrows today.
I know tomorrows' today.