I once heard a song about it never rains in Southern California I once saw a band play at the farm sober, I hadn't had a drink Like cleaning gums or hugging bums or doing something that you know's good for ya Those times are tedious and tenuous and hopefully much shorter than a blink I'm so easy to dechiphe I could rationalize for life But from all the strife I caused, I gotta go without Taking 'codones is insane I don't wanna kill, I want more pain So like the California drought, I'm drying out I got the one job that it's frowned upon if you're not a user The bands that are all sober are the ones playing the Warped and county fairs I'll go to a meeting and get called a loser Then I get invited to a party from a bro who works at Bayer He's got shit from 1910 Bottle H, that's genuine I just wannna see what all the hype's about I just gotta try it once But I say no 'cause I got three months And like the California drought, I'm drying out My sponsor should be Ernie Ball or PBR, not Pat from Petaluma The chips I want are kale, corn, potato and for betting on a flush But now I gotta listen to a 20 minute story that's just a rumor And I'm sorry but this nicotine and caffeine don't gimme the same rush I'm a jest pilot in jux to positions in a crux I'm not in fashion, I'm in flux so they all doubt I just want some cocaine but it's making me insane I think I may have broken my brain, I'm drying out