I’m sick of singing ’bout depression On the same old chord progression I’d be A-Okay if I could B how you C me But F it And I can’t wait till I’ve ascended To those pearly gates in Heaven If they take one look at my punk ass, just forget it I won’t get in ’cause
Yeah, I think life has passed me by You can say goodbye
Ooh, ooh Ooh, ooh (One, two, three, four)
I sleep myself into a coma On this whiskey scented sofa Strum away my days instead of trying to go for My diploma, so I tell myself that I’m an artist It’s how I wish to be regarded It’s a full time job being a fucking fraud and that’s where my heart is
‘Cause my whole life has passed me by You can say goodbye