I've been waking up at twelve p.m.
In my boxers in this empty bed, eating Sour Patch Watermelons the boys murked the day before.
I'm watching bad reruns of Mad TV.
This shit's not even close to funny but I dont work today 'til three and the remote is on the floor.
When are you coming over?
Please, just say right now.
We won't sleep our lives away,
and today (and today, and today) we'll, make waves.
In this lake of shit we've made, I refuse to sink.
We cant live our lives this way,
ot today (or today, or today).
If this sea of metaphoric bullshit stays, I won't sink.
The party starts at nine p.m. at whichever house is close and vacant.
We'll call the ten friends we've got left and pretend we've got a life.
The boys are slaying shitty brews and i've been slaying orange juice.
You know we don't got shit to do, so I guess we'll stay the night.
It's not too cold out to ride my today.
It's been raining since we got home last week.
Some nights, I fucking love this town, but most nights, I fucking hate this.
Lately, i've been thinking about being a doctor or a teacher.
Lately, i've been thinking about being somebody at all; just someone that changes something.
Anything
(Straight from the lyrics sheet on the "Won't Be Pathetic Forever" Vinly, so if you tihnk i'm wrong, write a letter to them (: )