Jeff Rosenstock - I Always Dread the End of Summer lyrics

We rode up to the GWB During the sticky d**h knell of August With a plastic bag full of malt liquor Drinking on the FDR And getting serious like This could be the end of our lives So bring it on, I'm tired of waiting This could be the end of our lives And you know there's no reward for hesitating We broke down outside Los Gatos And no all ages matinee benefit show was gonna save us I always dread the end of summer When Amy leaves town, yeah, when James ain't around This could be the end of our lives Burning through a once great nation This could be the end of our lives So bring it on, I'm tired of waiting They say, "Dream and dream real big You're sure to find success!" But what the f** can you achieve When you can't get no rest? And when you never get to sleep Or when you sleep and don't have dreams It knocks you on your a** We caught our breath on the corner I stood when the sky was cut and the platelets dribbled I didn't want to live the cliche And be another broken heart in a broken city So I made a plan to take some action I wanted to look back on my stupid life with some pride I breathed deep this air of self-satisfaction Then I grabbed a couple of beers and went inside