Someday, I fear I will be rescued from the boredom line
With lack of memory, I fail to question why
With perfect sound, you bring me down
Hey, I'm not listening
You're through killing me with all your facts
And late night therapy
Like "Paul's Boutique" on empty streets
Parked and waiting for lights to turn on
For the good luck and drunk on your parents' favorite wine
All the things I remember
Were they worth writing down?
Bury me in memories
Of CK1 and tight white T's
Like air guitar in muscle cars
With "perfect teeth", the way we are
Back in '95, more deaf than alive
I wrote the screenplay to lack of direction
Late night movie "dates" with girls
Who skate and I just can't relate
I'm through with school 'cause I broke the rules
Now I work for the man and I'm drunk once again
Watching reruns of Night Court on cable TV
With lack of memory, I fail to question why
With perfect sound, you bring me down
Hey, I'm not listening
You're through killing me with all your facts
And late night therapy
Like "Paul's Boutique" on empty streets
Parked and waiting for lights to turn on
For the good luck and drunk on your parents' favorite wine
All the things I remember
Were they worth writing down?
Bury me in memories
Of CK1 and tight white T's
Like air guitar in muscle cars
With "perfect teeth", the way we are
Back in '95, more deaf than alive
I wrote the screenplay to lack of direction
Late night movie "dates" with girls
Who skate and I just can't relate
I'm through with school 'cause I broke the rules
Now I work for the man and I'm drunk once again
Watching reruns of Night Court on cable TV
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