You thought you had it made

like the songs would write themselves

But your words ran out in oak

And your fingers lost the chords

You wait around so bored

And you hit the bar too

And you waste your time on girls

You know they're getting you



They love the pain that you create

The drunken fights you fabricate

They've been hurt too worse than you

You told yourself it's not your fault

You told them not to get involved

Some bullshit excuse to escape unbruised

But they'll move on while you're stuck hating yourself deprecation

Your self centered songs

the space you created

between your words and your actions

these loveless liaisons have left you alone

Oh, your game is a lose



You really wish it wasn't like it was

But like before that time you wished it was alittle more

than how you felt before that time

you made a wish to think the way you felt

when you were young

then you realized you'd never ever, ever know enough

You wished and prayed and you tried to stay

in love or at least in your lover's good graces

to keep it going, just keep it going



Cause we'll believe the drinks get stronger

And much, much more frequent

For the sloppy drunk boys

Who hide in their basements

Where the songs write themselves

Yeah it used to be easy

before we got lazy

and drank with the girls

No, no I know it's not your fault

No, no no, no, no you said not to get involved

Whatever makes you happy

Whatever you need to believe

in all these self afflicted tradgedies

You scribble them down on that miserable sound

Oh yes, this is the goodlife



no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no baby



Self deprecation has made it's translation

These lyrics are done


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