Sitting down at the ballpark alone
and I'm too tired to stay up getting drunker alone
I just made too many promises
Now I don't know what I know
Getting down to the base of who I am
And it turns out I never wasted any of the time I spent
I just met too many dumb asses
It made me soft
And I know I want it really bad
But I curl up like a bug, and I forget about it
And now it's Two Thousand and Fourteen
And all the music sucks
It's Two Thousand and Fourteen
And most of the people I know are on drugs
Here they come
Coming for insight and a buzz
And so they talk and talk
And talk and talk and talk and poke all my smot
So wrapped up in their own
They never can see it from someone else's point of view
Every time, I just say I understand you
But if I'm being honest
I wasn't listening
And now it's Two Thousand and Fourteen
And all the music sucks
It's Two Thousand and Fourteen
And most everybody I know are on drugs, like me
Wandering around
And now it's Two Thousand and Fourteen
And all the music sucks
It's Two Thousand and Fourteen
And most of the people I know are on drugs
Just like me
In some way
They don't see how
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