Summer of 2009
I was rolling for my lucky strikes Full of shitty pizza
In a room full of shitty people
Back before I hit the gutter
And sat in traffic bumper to bumper All my youth in hindsight
Came up a bit short of the high life
Well now I'm a lowlife
Stuck living part-time
On the couch at my mom's watching reruns of Dateline
A quarter-life burnout
Mentally checked out
In a seven-ten split and I'm all worn out
Like bowling shoes That I outgrew
I'm feeling used Like bowling shoes
Had me a girl in 2018
Said her favorite song was Aberdeen I guess i should've known then
I was just her weekend
Cause now I'm a lowlife Stuck living part-time
On the couch at my mom's watching reruns of Dateline
A quarter-life burnout
Mentally checked out
In a seven-ten split and I'm all worn out
Like bowling shoes That I outgrew
And corner booths that smell like booze
Like a magazine
In a waiting room I'm feeling used Like bowling shoes
Like bowling shoes That I outgrew
And corner booths that smell like booze
Like a magazine
In a waiting room I'm feeling used Like bowling shoes
Like bowling shoes That I outgrew
And corner booths that smell like booze
Like a magazine
In a waiting room I'm feeling used Like bowling shoes