DEPRESSION, BOOZE, AND SONG Opens by strumming an -chord. I used to get drunk in Don Bosco Field, With Topher, Berger and Lars. Walking home with a mickey of whiskey, And a discount Pizza Seventy-Three. Now I get drunk and write these stupid songs, But they always turn out wrong. âCause I only write when Iâm not all right, And I feel like shit tonight. Well I canât explain, Why Iâm so fucking insane. Depression, booze and song. I used to sneak out of my bedroom window, Hop the fence with my guitar. Weâd then start a fire and songs were required, In my old pal Ms. Maxwellâs backyard. But I tend to get too down to be part of that crowd now, Sometimes I see her on the bus. She says we should hang out and asks when Iâm free, But it wouldnât be how it used to be. Well route twenty-nine, Like those old high-school times, Has seemed to pass right by without me. Today I stumbled upon some of those old songs, I recorded back in high-school. They were all about misery, which means I couldnât have been as happy, As I thought that I used to be. âCause the grass is always greener on the other side, Which means your memories lie. I guess what I mean is Iâve never been happy, But back then I was a bit more alright. Time tends to fly, And as my life slips by, I think Iâve done everything not right.
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