This guitar's gonna kill me

This guitar's gonna kill me

All my friends in metal bands don't care about death

All my friends in metal bands are getting married... what the heck

I'm sitting on my couch

I got from Nick, drunk and tired nursing a bruised ego

While all my friends in metal bands are happy as fuck living in their tour van

Listening to algorithm and blues

That's not right

You check on me now and again and I'm way too contemplative

The care you've shown me through the years is so appreciated

'Cause I'm your friend that's in a band

But don't feel much like playing

I created my own circumstance

But feel incapable of changing

I just can't move

Twenty something, tunnel vision, Saturdays with no cartoons

Happy in my second story, I get lonely & clean my room

Looking like I've seen a few things, feeling like they're mostly true

Sold my van, moved to Los Angeles and I met you

Fuck it

All my friends in punk rock bands don't care about the man

All my friends in punk rock bands don't even have an Instagram

Sitting here and I'm stoned as fuck and I'm thinking about the end of me

While all my friends in punk rock bands are plotting the end to their enemies

Listening

Listening to algorithm and blues