I once heard a song about it never rains in Southern California
I once saw a band play at the Farm sober I hadn’t had a drink
Like cleaning gums or huggin’ bums
Or doin’ something that you know’s good for ya
Those times are tedious and tenuous
And hopefully much shorter than a blink
I’m so easy to deciphe, I could rationalize for life
But from all the strife I caused, I gotta go without
Taking codones is insane, I don’t wanna kill I want more pain
So like the California drought, I’m dryin’ out
I got the one job that it’s frowned upon if you’re not a user
The bands that are all sober are the ones playing the Warped and county fairs
I’ll go to an alcoholics meeting and get booed and called a loser
Then I get invited to a party from a bro who works at Bayer
He’s got the shit from 1910, bottled H that’s genuine
I just wanna see what all the hype’s about
I just gotta try it once, but I say no cuz I got 3 months?
And like the California drought, I’m dryin’ out
My sponsor should be Ernie Ball or PBR not Pat from Petaluma
The chips I want are kale, corn, potato, and for betting on a flush
But now I gotta listen to a 20 minute story that’s just a rumor
And I’m sorry but this nicotine and caffeine don’t gimme the same rush
I’m a jest pilot in jux, to positions in a crux
I’m not in fashion I’m in flux, so they all doubt
I just want some cocaine but it’s making me insane
I think I may have broken my brain so I’m dryin’ out
Lyrics provided by LRCLIB
