*** This, for the Last Damn Time

I've got a bad attitude and a bunch of friends,
it's no wonder I'm a fucking mess.
I've been here for fifteen fucking years
and I still haven't gotten any,
and shit I feel like I'm drowning when I'm supposed to be drinking.
“What did your father tell you?”

I was worth shit, but I could be worth less,
so I guess this is living life on the bright side
but it's surprisingly dark and I guess I'm not much better off
then when I was popping pills
to get to sleep.

I can't write a goddamn word without regret,
and I can't think a goddamn thought without remembering
all of the things that I used to be,
because who the fuck am I supposed to be now?

But when it comes down to it
I'm still breathing so I guess I must be fine.
I'd be in bed all day
and feeling sorry for the world that gets to know me,
but where would that lead?

So I'm going to suck it up and learn not to
fuck things up when things are going good for me
at last I'm saying I can do this,
instead of I can't when I know I can
I just don't want to.

I'm going to tie these shoes and I'm going to get running
to I don't know where
to somewhere
where things are going good for me.