Chumped

Some salty stoned night You cut up your hair bad again And so you cough up a fake smile And hate to be photographed skin Now I'm feeling chumped on the bus Left out of breath out of touch Fixed gear, this frat boy who won't lend an ear Why should he bother his father's career Feeling hopeful and helpless Talking shit all the same Do you keep having nightmares About the old gang Or when I keep reminding Myself this will pass But myself keeps reminding me It will come back to me Some salty stoned night Some salty stoned night Some salty stoned night You cut up your hair bad again