Syke! Life Is Awesome!

I sat along the rocks and watch the cold Maine water rush away

The sun and my guitar and I knew what you were doing yesterday

You broke those promises but I'll get over it

'Cause as long as I'm breathing fresh air I really don't give a shit

But I'll get mad for the next ten years, but realize that sometimes things are great

I didn't have directions and I hadn't eaten anything all day

We sucked a fat one and wasted a hundred dollars just to play

I ate a bag of peanuts before the windy road

And I couldn't drink a thing all night because of the vomit in my throat

But you gave me your sweatshirt and your number, sometimes things are great

You don't own me! You don't own me!

I worked my ass off my entire life to accomplish my dream

It started happening and everything got bastardized by greed

I said "pull this shit over and let me out

I swear to fucking God I'm fucking giving up right now"

And now I've got a brand new start and I realized sometimes things are great

Scream it in apartment halls -

Screaming shit in shopping malls -

Take a ball point pen and paint the inside's of your eyelids with the constant reminder:

You don't own me. You don't own me

Then I was underground without food, sunlight, or encouragement

Depression set in, I was a product of my environment

And then the other day, you said, “Jeff, get in your car

Yeah, pick Glenn Tillbrook up at the hotel and take him to the bar.”

He wore a t-shirt just like me and wasn't on his phone

And for fifteen fucking minutes I had a conversation with my hero

I'll be mad for the next ten years

And after that we'll go drink beers until the bar runs out of beers

Prepare for the next twenty-three years

And if I wasn't a fat kid in high school

I would have never listened to punk rock

And if I knew how to throw a football

I would have never played any music

And if I never got my heart broken

I would sing "blah blah fucking nothing."

And if you didn't fuck my ex-girlfriend

I would still owe you three-thousand dollars

And if I never lived in that van

I wouldn't have met Chris or Steve or James, Alex or Middagh

And if I never worked in a basement

I would have never quit my job

And if I had a big emo band or dropped out of college

I would have never met you, man