when did my friends start doing cocaine?
when did my friends start talking about suicide?
like it was the flavor of the week, and all I can do is sit back..
and count the lines on your face.

if you move to the city, i hear your worries disappear.
drown your sorrows, lie a little bit.. becky get me another beer.
live on the hill, you hit big time.. glamorous food stamps
wine wine wine

i hear no one loves anymore, its the new black
and all you gotta do is tell them, hunny i'll be right back
were all kinda running, were all kinda scared
but if you sell yourself short, no one will really care

jeans with holes in them, souls with jeans in them
wake up on couches screaming
we complain about our parents
we complain about our country
yet were spending all our dollars
on 4gs of memory

we grew up in the 80's and 90's
we cant even speak a sentence face to face
space bar space
its slowly killing me