DEPRESSION, BOOZE, AND SONG
Opens by strumming an E-chord.
I used to get drunk in Don Bosco Field,
With Topher, Berger and Lars.
Walking home with a mickey of whiskey,
And a discount Pizza Seventy-Three.
Now I get drunk and write these stupid songs,
But they always turn out wrong.
âCause I only write when Iâm not all right,
And I feel like shit tonight.
Well I canât explain,
Why Iâm so ing insane.
Depression, booze and song.
I used to sneak out of my bedroom window,
Hop the fence with my guitar.
Weâd then start a fire and songs were required,
In my old pal Ms. Maxwellâs backyard.
But I tend to get too down to be part of that crowd now,
Sometimes I see her on the bus.
She says we should hang out and asks when Iâm free,
But it wouldnât be how it used to be.
Well route twenty-nine,
Like those old high-school times,
Has seemed to pass right by without me.
Today I stumbled upon some of those old songs,
I recorded back in high-school.
They were all about misery, which means I couldnât have been as happy,
As I thought that I used to be.
âCause the grass is always greener on the other side,
Which means your memories lie.
I guess what I mean is Iâve never been happy,
But back then I was a bit more alright.
Time tends to fly,
And as my life slips by,
I think Iâve done everything not right.
