I love the instrumental track there's no words that I gotta sing back no "peace on earth," no hippie sh** it's best if you just got over it I keep pressing repeat 'Cause the instrumental track can't be beat When I was your age a decade or so ago I remember alcohol was a friend when I was low when I was sad, those sadder songs made me cry all the songs about broken hearts were a lie now that's why,
Now I'm pushin' pennies strumming this vintage piece I guess not much has changed different songs on a different street Now I'm bitter and those bitter songs made me hate every song I've ever sung and the money I'll never make so I say, I hope in seven years this song is dead like wishes and dreams of young college men put down your guitars it's no use pick up the paper you've got so much to lose