Summers over another year older
Still standing here just the same as before
We might be bipolar, or have a social disorder
Driving home late, fall through the front door
Cause I'm an adult, and it's my fault
But that's the best part about not keeping score
Say what you will because I'm not keeping score
Cheap beers everywhere, smiles and cheers
Getting ready to party all over again
I don't want to be anywhere
Else that might mean I'm not here my friends
So say what you will, while we pop these pills
Laughing waiting on the next day to begin
Say what you will because I'm not keeping score