101 N

And I drove all the way home Listening to the Gas Light Anthem Thinking "I can't stop letting people down" Surely I'm not as cool as I was back in school I'm on the 101 falling asleep I got the letters that you wrote for me Now here I am under golden arches Car in park, teary eyed, McGriddle in hand My mind's a slow device I like to picture life somewhat like a Rockwell painting But Great Expectations just blister the paint I just wanna drink chocolate milk with my lovely I just wanna burn this apartment And I just wanna go through my life merely dreaming At any given mention of the government So I drive, heavy eyed, repeating "tramps like us were born to run" But I've got no one to run with And I'm cold, so I've been told that I should "greet the sun, and get shit done" I think I'd rather just sleep in 'Cause we're all just 25 words The obituary section And everyday is just the passing of time I think they call this depression I'm not lonely, just kind of overwhelmed again 'Cause I'm living proof you can still sing the blues In 2011