You thought you had it made like the songs would write themselves But your words ran out in oak And your fingers lost the chords You wait around so bored And you hit the bar too And you waste your time on girls You know they're getting you They love the pain that you create The drunken fights you fabricate They've been hurt too worse than you You told yourself it's not your fault You told them not to get involved Some bullsh** excuse to escape unbruised But they'll move on while you're stuck hating yourself deprecation Your self centered songs the space you created between your words and your actions these loveless liaisons have left you alone Oh, your game is a lose You really wish it wasn't like it was But like before that time you wished it was alittle more than how you felt before that time you made a wish to think the way you felt when you were young then you realized you'd never ever, ever know enough You wished and prayed and you tried to stay in love or at least in your lover's good graces to keep it going, just keep it going Cause we'll believe the drinks get stronger And much, much more frequent For the sloppy drunk boys Who hide in their basements Where the songs write themselves Yeah it used to be easy before we got lazy and drank with the girls No, no I know it's not your fault No, no no, no, no you said not to get involved Whatever makes you happy Whatever you need to believe in all these self afflicted tradgedies You scribble them down on that miserable sound Oh yes, this is the goodlife no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no baby Self deprecation has made it's translation These lyrics are done