I Can't: You and Me

I can't pay your bills
Or run your life
I just want a simple, uncomplicated existence
With no alarm clock
To wake to
Or cell phone
To scream at

I can't make you do
What you don't want to

And

I would rather die
Than sit in a carpeted cubicle again
That used to be my work life
And almost ended me

I want the artist's life
And to live for art's sake
No schedule
No boss to hate me
No coworkers to gossip hatefully with

I can't make it work
The way things used to be

The way they are now
Is the only way they can be