If all that I've learned is all I know I don't really think I'm ever getting sober You told me to take a Tylenol But there's still nails in the back of my head
Wanna be a dumb popstar And hit on your mom like Iggy and the Stooges Play a show for your brother And they'd all say "Holy shit, we love her"
More and more, been thinking about leaving you And more and more, been learning how to write the blues
Wanna leave this nowhere town And get on a jetplane pointed at Atlanta Maybe bang a supermodel And make some kids that believe in Santa
More and more, been thinking about getting away And more and more, been thinking about how to say that
Goddamn, it's getting cold Goddamn, I'm getting old Learning how to tie my shoes How to not to cry and read the news Goddamn, getting pretty sick of you
Wanna write a real good song About falling in love or going to college But I'd fucking key every car at UCLA If given the option
You work as a waitress And I work as a waitress And maybe this time next year You'll be working as a waitress somewhere else
Goddamn, I'm getting cold Goddamn, I'm getting old Learning how to tie my shoes How not to cry and read the news Goddamn, getting pretty sick of you
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