Jumping the Shark

Losing's sort of a pastime

The years fly right by with the drinks

It's morning in this small apartment

And I just threw up in the sink

The coffee's not settling anything

And I'm as tired as I've ever been

I'd like to go back to Chicago

But I'm not looking back there again

I've fought with all of my teachers

I've fought with all of my friends

I've found with the vices and sweating and shakes

I'm not going back there again

No, I'm not going back there again

Tonight, tonight I'm walking away

Tonight, tonight I'm walking away

I don't want to hear about old days

What are we doing today?

Fake memories, they don't impress me

The old times were never that great

We got the whole city before us

Tonight, tonight I'm walking away

And I want to bury the past

Tonight, tonight I'm walking away

With bottles and dancing, whiskey and love

Let's drink to the death of regret, of regret, of regret, of regret

Tonight, tonight I'm walking away

Tonight, tonight I'm walking away