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?

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Writer(s): JESSE MACK JOHNSON, JOSHUA ALLEN CAIN, JUSTIN COURTNEY PIERRE, MATTHEW SCOTT TAYLOR, TONY RICHARD THAXTON