I love the instrumental track
there's no words that I gotta sing back
no "peace on earth," no hippie sh**
it's best if you just got over it
I keep pressing repeat
'Cause the instrumental track
can't be beat
When I was your age
a decade or so ago
I remember alcohol
was a friend when I was low
when I was sad, those sadder songs
made me cry
all the songs about broken hearts
were a lie
now that's why,
Now I'm pushin' pennies
strumming this vintage piece
I guess not much has changed
different songs on a different street
Now I'm bitter and those bitter songs
made me hate
every song I've ever sung
and the money I'll never make
so I say,
I hope in seven years
this song is dead
like wishes and dreams
of young college men
put down your guitars
it's no use
pick up the paper
you've got so much to lose