Sweetheart - Fast Times At Right Now lyrics

Which is the hardest part for you? Is it the years? You bury another birthday And you're running out of space for numbers this big Which is the hardest part for you? Is it the years, or is it the months? Rent money is due again And you're not really sure you can make ends meet Which is the hardest part for you? Is it the months, or is it the weeks? You can always remember exactly where you were a week ago, and you regret it Which is the hardest part for you? Is it the weeks, or is it the days? You wake up in the morning And instantly you regret that, too, staring down the barrel of ex-punk The days, the weeks, the months guilty of a self indulgent haircut turning turncoat on us This is one ugly (uh-oh) machine with amiguously dreamy imagery