I’m sick of singing bout depression
on the same old chord progression
I’d be A-Okay if I could B how you C me
but F it, and
and I can’t wait till i’ve ascended,
to those pearly gates in heaven
if they take one look at my punk ass just forget it
I won’t get in, cuz
I think life has passed me by you can say goodbye
ooh
I sleep myself into a coma
on this whiskey scented sofa
strum away my days instead of trying to go for
my diploma, so
I tell myself that I’m an artist
it’s how i wish to be regarded
it’s a full time job being a fucking fraud and that’s where my heart is, cuz
my whole life has passed me by you can say goodbye
ooh