Lyrics:
You ask me what's up
I've run out of luck
The good times are fleeting
I haven't been eating
And I need an excuse to give up
You say what's going on
It's going then gone
There's no rhyme or reason
The garden's growing weeds
And I'm stuck in a big black box
But I heard it would all come around
No feeling up without falling down
I heard it would all be worth it
To someone somewhere sometime
But what kind of ass backwards bullshit is that
If you're not breaking a sweat, then I'm not breaking my back
And if you want me to roam in the desert alone
For forty years then you can kiss my ass
You say be yourself
I say okay
Don't say you weren't warned
Now you can't look with scorn
When I chase your cats away
So maybe I suck
Well what'd you expect
When I was kid
They said I could be anything
Didn't say I couldn't be a dick
I heard there's plenty of fish in the sea
But all fish are good for's listening
And I won't hedge my bets on a friend
Cause with my luck they're probably just like me
But what kind of ass backwards bullshit is that
It's a fallacy I only say I believe
I can honestly say that it's better nowadays
So I won't throw tomorrow down the hatch
I'm the one who said it would all come around
And I meant every word
But back when I said that it would all be worth it
I just wish I knew what that meant
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