I'm not seventeen And going on nowhere fast A decade lost in the East Bay fog Birthday cards thrown in the trash Last years' calendar On the wall, collecting
Well she's kind of like an artist Sittin' on the floor She never finished, she abandons Never shows a soul And she's kind of like a movie Everyone rushes
I was falling through the cracks, now I'm piling up bricks I was clutching for straws, now I'm gonna take the fifth I'm gonna say nothing but my name
Election night in that wonderful crowd The President's speech wasn't half as loud as you I listened, too New Years Eve at Rice Street again We fell into
I was sitting with a bloody head Outside of X At the Berkeley Square In my proud boy dumbness Half drunk, half sexed, Half conscious Lenny had said, "
I kicked the shelf at the junkpile, one big crash Sluggo's collection of broken glass I said, everytime I take my shoes off Someone's gotta come along
What happened to our dumb plans? Did we lose them once again? Did we change? Did we win? I don't think so Was it ever a good idea? Was it really necessary
I'm not seventeen And going on nowhere fast A decade lost in the East Bay fog Birthday cards thrown in the trash Last years' calendar On the
Well, she's kind of like an artist Sittin' on the floor She never finishes, she abandons Never shows a soul And she's kind of like a movie Everyone rushes
Election night in that wonderful crowd The President's speech wasn't half as loud as you I listened, too New Years Eve at Rice Street again We fell
I was sitting with a bloody head Outside of X In my proud boy dumbness At the Berkeley Square Half drunk, half sexed, Half conscious Lenny
