Perfect Teeth

Someday I fear I will be rescued from the boredom line With lack of memory, I fail to question why With perfect sound, you bring me down, hey I'm not listening You're through killing me with all your facts and late night therapy Like "Paul's Boutique" on empty streets parked and Waiting for lights to turn on for the good luck And drunk on your parents' favorite wine All the things I remember Were they worth writing down Bury me in memories of CK1 and tight white T's Like air guitar, in muscle cars with "perfect teeth" The way we are Back in '95, more deaf than alive I wrote the screenplay to lack of direction Late night movie "dates" with girls who skate and I just can't relate I'm through with school 'cause I broke the rules Now I work for the man and I'm drunk once again Watching reruns of Night Court on cable TV All the things I remember Were they worth writing down Bury me in memories of CK1 and tight white T's Like air guitar, in muscle cars with "perfect teeth" The way we are (Wake up) Thought that everybody loved me (Wake up) Thought that everybody cared (Wake up) Thought that I might have the strength to carry on (Wake up) Turns out that I'm barely, barely holding on Hey, hey, hey it's been quite a long time I, I, I don't miss last November Alright, yeah it's time for a high-five Hey, hey, hey it's been quite a long time Someday I fear I will be rescued from the boredom line With lack of memory I fail to question why Why?