Fucking in your 20's In a city that's like a blown up Netflix original highschool I'll quit the fucking band You're a real piece of work man Just ask your friends Or their friends I don't think it's gonna work man But you've gotta try before you get too old Often times you waste it 100 little moments in every little day spent Getting older watching the fire smolder It's colder AND colder and it's over before you know it It's over You were the bassist in his band The right hand man of the man You were the douchebag keeping the peace and What was a little rough could still be healthy Was I a couple of books and skits and sharp looks away From a life of joy and luxury Luck! I still believe in luck And it sucks Letting go And it sucks Letting go You know your spirit breaks then your body breaks baby You write a tired manifesto Where you twist and turn your shit habits Into American softcore You can say his name again And you still have his number You could call him up And ask him And if the dream is over He'll just try again Before he gets too old Often times you lie there Post-coital revival Of side eyed tribal attachment Watching the worst happen And you think about getting sober But it's over before you know it, it's over You were the bassist in his band The right hand man of the man You were the douchebag keeping the peace and What was a little rough could still be healthy Was I a couple of books and skits and sharp looks away From a life of joy and luxury Luck! I still believe in luck And it sucks Letting go And it sucks Letting go You know your spirit breaks then your body breaks baby