someday i fear i will be rescued from the boredom line
with lack of memory i fail to question why with perfect sound
you bring me down hey i'm not listening
you're through killing me with all your facts
and late night therapy like "paul's boutique"
on empty streets parked and waiting for lights to turn on
for good luck and drunk on your parents' favorite wine
all the things i remember were they worthy of writing down
bury me in memories of ck1 and tight white t's
like air guitar in muscle cars with "perfect teeth"
the way we are back in '95 more def than alive
i wrote the screenplay to lack of direction
late night movie "dates" with girls who skate and i just can't relate
i'm through with school 'cause i broke the rules
now i work for the man and i'm drunk once again
watching reruns of night court ib cable tv
wake up thought that everybody loved me
thought that everybody cared that
that i might have the strength to carry on
turns out that i'm barely holding on
hey hey hey it's been quite a long time
i i i don't miss last november alright
yeah it's time for a high-five
hey hey hey it's been quite a long time

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