And I drove all the way home listening to the Gaslight Anthem. And thinking how I can't stop letting people down, I'm surely 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 minds a slow device, I like to picture life somewhat like a Rockwell painting, but great expectations just blister the paint
And I just wanna drink chocolate milk with my lovely, I just wanna burn this apartment
And I just wanna float 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 sh** done. I think I'd rather just sleep in
Cause we're all just twenty five words in the obituary section. And everyday is just the pa**ing of time, I think they call this depression
I'm not lonely, just kinda overwhelmed again. Cause I'm living proof you can still sing the blues in 2011