Well sometimes I feel like Christmas morning The lights on the tree The smell of my memories And sometimes I feel like a hot pile of garbage That got left in the sun porch two days too long I'm not one to complain in public About how I'm feeling when I feel lonely I keep it to myself Sit in my bedroom Wait till the demons decide to leave I used to be scared Of what's in the mirror My bipolar dad And falling from grace But I made it through Another birthday A pre-diabetic with cake on my face Well I play guitar But just when I need to I'm not getting better Just staying the same And I don't listen to punk rock As much as I used to I just listen to the nothing My radio makes Well I only shower When my wife asks me It's not that I don't care I just don't care that much And I though adulthood was supposed to be different Maybe time forgot me Or maybe God's out to lunch