Bomb The Music Industry! - 25 Hour Goddamn Telethon lyrics

No matter where you go to you can still sit on a couch You can still sleep 'till it's dark outside, you can still just hang around You can still not make new friends, you can ignore the ones you have You can always ostracize yourself and you can forget how to laugh Problems are all I create I live in four month mistakes So can we leave today and start the next mistake? Or am I f**ed this time, can we not go away? Can we leave today and start the next mistake? Or am I f**ed this time, can we not? Upon my last trip back there I remembered why I left All their flakiness, my shakiness and the friends I never met But I didn't feel relief, in fact I just felt more regret With a higher wage and a Metrocard I could deal with loneliness Problems are all I create I live in four month mistakes So can we leave today and start the next mistake? Or am I f**ed this time, can we not go away? Can we leave today and start the next mistake? Or am I f**ed this time, can we not? And in four months when it finally gets warmer I'll have already planned more disorder When I'm comfortable and feel like I'm in my place I'll be on my mistake Another boring story, another problem self imposed Another boring story, another problem self imposed Can we leave today and start the next mistake? Or am I f**ed this time, can we not go away? Can we leave today and start the next mistake? Or am I f**ed this time, can we not go away? Blah blah blah, problems self imposed Blah blah blah, problems self imposed