Mid-life Crisis

I wanna throw my guitar right out of this fucking window

I don't ever wanna hear the sound of my voice again

Cuz I've been screaming my lungs dry

For thirty years trying to find

Something you can remember when I'm dead

I wanna grow my hair out like a dirty hippie

I wanna act like I've always lived off the land

It's pretentious and it's tired

But I'm otherwise uninspired

Another mid-life crisis for a boring white man

We all laugh at our reflections in the mirror

Cuz we know it's just a slow slide to the end

Getting flabby, getting gray

We're all bed-ridden as we decay

While our children curse at everything we said

So I'm gonna sing this song right out my fucking window

I don't care who hears or what they've got to say

Cuz we're all punks and we're all squares

And life was never gonna be fair

And I'll sing this song until my dying day

I'll sing this song until my dying day