Syke! Life Is Awesome!

I sat along the rocks and watch the cold Maine water rush away. The sun and my guitar and I knew what you were doing yesterday. You broke those promises but I'll get over it. 'Cause as long as I'm breathing fresh air I don't really give a shit So I'll complain for the next ten years, but remember that sometimes things are great. I didn't have directions and I hadn't eaten anything all day. We sucked a fat one and wasted a hundred dollars just to play. I ate a bag of peanuts right before the windy road. And I couldn't drink a thing all night 'cause of the vomit in the back my throat. Then you gave me your number and your sweatshirt so I didn't give a shit. So I'll complain for the next eleven years, but remember that sometimes things are great. You don't own me! You don't own me! I worked my ass of my entire life to accomplish one dream. It started happening and everything was bastardized my greed. I said "pull this shit over and let me out I swear to fucking God I'm fucking giving up right now" And now I've got a brand new start, I remember that something are great. Scream it in apartment halls - Scream it loud in shopping malls - Take a ball point pen and paint the inside's of your eyelids with the constant reminder: You don't own me. You don't own me. Then I was underground without food or sunlight or encouragement. Depression set in 'cause I was a product of my environment. Then the other day, I got in my car. Pick Glenn Tillbrook up from the hotel, drive him to the bar. He wore a t-shirt just like me and wasn't on his phone And for fifteen minutes I had a conversation with a hero. So I'll complain for the next ten years... And after that we'll go drink beers until the bar runs out of beers Prepare for the next twenty-three years. 'Cause if I wasn't a fat kid in high school, I would have never listened to punk rock. And if I knew how to throw a football, I would have never played any music. And if never got my heart broken, I would sing "blah blah fucking nothing." And if you didn't fuck my ex-girlfriend, I would still owe you three-thousand dollars. And if I never lived in that van I wouldn't have met Chris or Steve or James, Alex or Middagh. And if I never worked in a basement I would have never moved out of my house. And if I had a big emo band or dropped out of college, I would have never met you, man