I met this girl she looked like Axl Rose

Got drunk and took her home and we slept in our clothes

In the morning put my feet on the floor and thought

Being awake never felt like this before

And Julianne y'know she wouldn't approve

Spent all day on the phone 'cause I had nothing to do

Got rid of Axl by the afternoon

Being awake never felt so clear and blue





That's all I knew

Guess that I was innocent too

I'll sing a song and it won't be the blues

I don't miss Julianne





A friend she told me she felt sorry for me

She said the truth would come crashing down on me

That I'd be sorry but the truth of it is

That I feel guilty for not giving a shit





I got my bag of trash

I got my bag of trash

I drag it up and down, I drag it up and down the road

How could she miss a man

Who drags a bag of trash down the road





This week I feel like I been born again

I know that Julianne would have a fit

She'd find a reason for the things that I did

And gave me credit for the things that I've never been





That's all I knew

Guess that I was innocent too

I can try just as hard as I can

But I don't miss Julianne