Troubled at the office, troubled at the bank I put my hands against the tree line I know it's real but it still feels fake The last thing I remember from that world Was a drum take clicked out on the tape too slow Oh what a life we give Toward obsessions and curled toes And the d**h line that's running Through our friends as well as foes And the tree line looks over like a bending ghost As I go down this road of the bored and boring No one saw it coming, everyone was shocked So I bummed my roommate's helmet And keep a tight grip on my bike lock Take the side streets, keep my eyes closed Oh, it only takes a second to pa** I've had some really nice people Say some really smart things to me I've had really nice people Bummer out here in this bed next to me So I sing my life in circles Through these outrages and I Have had some really nice people Have to tell me goodbye So I give a wish to a nickel, close my eyes and let it fly and try to stay positive.