I sat along the rocks and watch the cold Maine water rush away
The sun and my guitar and I knew what you were doing yesterday
You broke those promises but I'll get over it
'Cause as long as I'm breathing fresh air I really don't give a shit
But I'll get mad for the next ten years, but realize that sometimes things are great
I didn't have directions and I hadn't eaten anything all day
We sucked a fat one and wasted a hundred dollars just to play
I ate a bag of peanuts before the windy road
And I couldn't drink a thing all night because of the vomit in my throat
But you gave me your sweatshirt and your number, sometimes things are great
You don't own me! You don't own me!
I worked my ass off my entire life to accomplish my dream
It started happening and everything got bastardized by greed
I said "pull this shit over and let me out
I swear to fucking God I'm fucking giving up right now"
And now I've got a brand new start and I realized sometimes things are great
Scream it in apartment halls -
Screaming shit in shopping malls -
Take a ball point pen and paint the inside's of your eyelids with the constant reminder:
You don't own me. You don't own me
Then I was underground without food, sunlight, or encouragement
Depression set in, I was a product of my environment
And then the other day, you said, “Jeff, get in your car
Yeah, pick Glenn Tillbrook up at the hotel and take him to the bar.”
He wore a t-shirt just like me and wasn't on his phone
And for fifteen fucking minutes I had a conversation with my hero
I'll be mad for the next ten years
And after that we'll go drink beers until the bar runs out of beers
Prepare for the next twenty-three years
The sun and my guitar and I knew what you were doing yesterday
You broke those promises but I'll get over it
'Cause as long as I'm breathing fresh air I really don't give a shit
But I'll get mad for the next ten years, but realize that sometimes things are great
I didn't have directions and I hadn't eaten anything all day
We sucked a fat one and wasted a hundred dollars just to play
I ate a bag of peanuts before the windy road
And I couldn't drink a thing all night because of the vomit in my throat
But you gave me your sweatshirt and your number, sometimes things are great
You don't own me! You don't own me!
I worked my ass off my entire life to accomplish my dream
It started happening and everything got bastardized by greed
I said "pull this shit over and let me out
I swear to fucking God I'm fucking giving up right now"
And now I've got a brand new start and I realized sometimes things are great
Scream it in apartment halls -
Screaming shit in shopping malls -
Take a ball point pen and paint the inside's of your eyelids with the constant reminder:
You don't own me. You don't own me
Then I was underground without food, sunlight, or encouragement
Depression set in, I was a product of my environment
And then the other day, you said, “Jeff, get in your car
Yeah, pick Glenn Tillbrook up at the hotel and take him to the bar.”
He wore a t-shirt just like me and wasn't on his phone
And for fifteen fucking minutes I had a conversation with my hero
I'll be mad for the next ten years
And after that we'll go drink beers until the bar runs out of beers
Prepare for the next twenty-three years
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