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If all that I've learned is all I know
I don't really think I'm ever getting sober
You told me to take a Tylenol
But there's still nails in the back of my head
Wanna be a dumb popstar
And hit on your mom like Iggy and the Stooges
Play a show for your brother
And they'd all say "Holy shit, we love her"
More and more, been thinking about leaving you
And more and more, been learning how to write the blues
Wanna leave this nowhere town
And get on a jetplane pointed at Atlanta
Maybe bang a supermodel
And make some kids that believe in Santa
More and more, been thinking about getting away
And more and more, been thinking about how to say that
Goddamn, it's getting cold
Goddamn, I'm getting old
Learning how to tie my shoes
How to not to cry and read the news
Goddamn, getting pretty sick of you
One, two, three four
Wanna write a real good song
About falling in love or going to college
But I'd fucking key every car at UCLA
If given the option
You work as a waitress
And I work as a waitress
And maybe this time next year
You'll be working as a waitress somewhere else
AHHHHH
Goddamn, I'm getting cold
Goddamn, I'm getting old
Learning how to tie my shoes
How not to cry and read the news
Goddamn, getting pretty sick of you
Getting pretty sick of you
I'm getting pretty sick of you