It's another coast, out on the side of town That keeps my kin busier in blackouts Than I bet that I have ever been The rattle of your AC and my '88 on the way to work Are starting to sound one and the same But what's dragging behind me might be much worse You see, the city is swearing, I doctor all I nurse I'm waking with the shakes, and I'll be damned if I'm not cursed There's nothing anyone could say to make these headaches cease To live every evening like your last day And begin every morning with a good night's sleep Is far from my normal routine, my nine to five Tonight's now tomorrow "Aren't you dying to feel alive?" The city is scattered with where I've done wrong Each porch, each bar, and each front lawn Goodbye to all the times I could legally call mine I wish I smoked, I wish I drank a little more Then maybe my eyes wouldn't burn, and I wouldn't be so bored