What's today if tomorrow is Friday
I can't remember what I have to do
These days go by faster now
That I'm 23
Nobody warned me
I can't write music
The way I used too
I get in trouble too much
My back's against the wall
And it's my fault
Jane take me away
I tried the solo thing
Stray didn't work out for me
What is this supposed to be
The punk life wasn't made for you
It's meant for me
And suddenly
I hear these geniuses Ideas
That keep on popping whispers
Into my ears
The autumn leaves
Seem to have came and went
Now I'm here
With my homies
And my Beer
And my week is right
I can't write music
The way I used too
I get in trouble too much
My back's against the wall
And it's my fault
Jane take me away
I can't write music
The way I used too
I get in trouble too much
My back's against the wall
And it's my fault
Jane take me away