Someday I fear I will be rescued from the boredom line
With lack of memory I fail to question
Why with perfect sound you bring me down
Hey I'm not listeningYou're through killing me
With all your facts and late night therapy like "Paul's Boutique"
On empty streets parked
And waiting for lights to turn on for good luck and drunk on your parents' favorite wineAll the things I remember were they worthy of writing down
Bury me in memories of ck1 and tight white t's like air guitar in muscle cars with "perfect teeth"
The way we are back in '95
More def than aliveI wrote the screenplay to lack of direction
Late night movie "dates" with girls who skate and I just can't relate
I'm through with school 'cause I broke the rules now I work for the man and I'm drunk once again watching reruns of night court ib cable t.v. wake upThought that everybody loved me
Thought that everybody cared
That that I might have the strength to carry on turns out that I'm barely holding on, hey hey hey
it's been quite a long timeI I I don't miss last November alright
Yeah it's time for a high-five, hey hey hey
It's been quite a long time
Songwriters
JUSTIN PIERRE COURTNEY, JOSHUA ALLEN CAIN, JESSE MACK JOHNSON, MATTHEW SCOTT TAYLOR, TONY RICHARD THAXTONPublished by
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