Get Dumber

17 ways I can stop this
17 nights in this coffin
No one cares if you've lost it when
There's 17 hands in your pocket
Turns out that I didn't even want this
Lying on your couch so fucking despondent
You should try getting high more often
Holy shit, what a concept

I don't wanna hear
Who you're dragging under
It seems like every year
I swear that you're getting dumber

You think I'm a drain, I can't argue
You're kinda the same, it's sorta part of your charm
But when you really get on it (yes)
You finally call, it's so arrogant
Still playing your song, that's so embarrassing
Nice of you to be sentimental
I say as I swallow the chemicals

I don't wanna hear
Who you're dragging under
It seems like every year
I swear that you're getting dumber
You've got nothing to say at all
You've always had enough