There she goes to Wyoming. College brings a new life: date rape, jocks, Phish, pot and parties. Was it a let-down when you found out there were thousands like yourself? You bend so much it breaks on you. But was it hard enough to think? Was it hard enough to leave a world that circled around you? If ever faced down, you'll never have to walk alone. Faced down...because I was there to feed your ego. You'll never have to walk alone. I watched you puke on a white tile floor. All of this I'm remembering because when I used to give a fuck you meant something to me. Was I so easy to forget? In this landslide, when will I change, when will I be a man? I should have left you alone. There I went. Five years before now I loved you so much when you liked me back. And I hate you for that. When half of my friends call me an asshole and the other half aren't here, well how could I think less of you? Is it hard enough to think, is it hard enough to drink? I'll have a piece of you forever.

2. Bowling:

I try to puch it right down. It finds its way right back to me. The arrows lead me in the right direction. And it's dark and glossy. My reflection's staring back at me. I'm at a loss. I'm stuck at forty. It's almost an impossibilty, so why try? I can't help but watch them laugh at me. I can't get them to fall down for me. It's these failures I can never make up. So maybe I need those bumpers. Yeah, I know I need much more than that. Oh god I'm sick and tired of getting shit. My shoes are old and greasy. My reflection's staring back at me. I'm at a loss. I'm stuck at forty.

3.Which Is Worse:

I could be selling kids for crack down on the ave and I might listen to gangsta rap, my bitch I'd slap with my right. I don't wanna work. You can't make me. Don't want to be an architect, no. I'd put a bullet in my brain. I'd rather be a freeloader and sit on my ass. Play asshole with Mr. Bud. (I need) You're seven digits away. I need a heroin habit, or a pair of rollerblades. Could be spending daddy's cash, smoke lots of grass with All Chrome. Burn my Sting records, write a letter saying "You Suck". I'm sick of pretending that I give a shit. Because you're seven digits away. I need a heroin habit, or a pair of rollerblades.

4.Mob Life:

They had an offer that i couldn't refuse, so I said fuck it, I had nothing going on. They said wassamattayou-a eatin' McDonalds? You eat like a king-a if ya wack some paisans. About as far back as I can remember I wanted to ice, maim and dismember. The gambling, the fame, the money, the women. How could I refuse this contract killin'? Call it cosa nostra. Don said kiss the ring. it was a fugazi. I must be crazy, I know. They force me to eat more ziti. Mama says you way too skinny now, no more for me. No more loot, no prostitutes, it's over. The bathtub booze, the pinstripe suits, it's over. .

5.Beer And Loafing In New Bedford:

Bullshit High School drama with senor Corona. These are the times that I will never let go. I know one day my loneliness will show. When boredom took me over, I said goodbye to summer. Remember once I went for sociable. Those days are gone and now growing up meansgrowing sick and old. Am I? I'm not tired of screwing the friends that I've made, I'm just tired of being alone. I'd try to change, but I'd just end up the same, upset and alone. Life's a pile of shit, only deeper. Where's that rock star lifestyle for me? Are winos happier, left to linger? When will someone else feel bad for me?

6. 1957:

About 2 minutes past the river where the sinners spent their lonely nights, there lied a dirt road waiting for us, hidden were the broken street signs. There were sweet smells in the air along with the stench of fuck, lies, and Marianne. "Please take me home..." Ever get that feeling that you should have kept your clothes on? Ever get that feeling that they're calling you on? And did you really think I thought of giving a fuck? I left you as I met you in the back of my truck. But I don't regret. You were pulling on my pant leg. Those drunken fucks were growing up to me. Don't call me back. Don't throw up on me. .

7. Mushmouth:

It's been some time since I heard you say "Fuck off, you fucking scumbag, give me my life back and let the dog in on your way out." I try to focus on what I want to say, but my four sentence diatribes turn into jumbled lies. Can't I be like Mush Mouth and bullshit my way through? If only every day could be a day for me and noone else. Can't I do anything to make you want me? Why can't I make plans and be a real man, we'd play Parcheeze like psychopaths. I'm not as stupid or fucked up as you think. I'd be around all the time, but you'd just throw me aside. I'd rather go home alone. It won't be like this for long.

8. Forget Her:

all those times she dissed you. all those times she never kissed you when her friends were around. well i know as well as anyone that sometimes girls can get you down. you've got to stand up for a reason when she's got you lying on the ground because every so often you'll get a glimpse of me. I'm here, now you're gone. I'm with my friends where I belong. so go on, live your life. i'll play tekken friday night. there's a call from your best friend just when you thought you were alone. just remember that there's a reason. we've got to show them something. we'll show them what brotherhood's about. get on your soapbox and shout because every so often you'll get a glimpse of me

9.September 9th:

I got her picture on the bathroom mirror, that way she's always looking at me. I don't, but if I did I'd keep our conversations long and interesting. That's something I can't bring about it real life. I'm gonna stay lost for now, if she wants to find me. She probably won't, somebody has to remind me. She'll have her world to keep, and I'll be a fuck up singing cliched lines like they're cliched straight from me. I think she knows I'm always trying to get near her. Avoid eye contact like before, like I don't care anymore. Another shitty song, an unoriginal thought passed, but why should I try writing a unique one? I'm gonna stay lost for now, if she wants to find me. She probably won't, somebody has to remind me. She makes me feel like shit without realizing it, and I can't seem to shake it off. If only I could choose the right words right enough. If only I could turn this outside feeling inside out just like the last song. Maybe I'll throw in a joke right here. Silent, honest, horrified. In the back of my head with my false pride. I'll stay here with these forgettable words from a song that you'll never hear.