Mom says if I haven't written the song By the time that I turn 23 Ain't happening in this life One in a million chance That any of these songs will make us any money Like I give a fuck about that A thousand needles pick my brain My fifteen minutes of fame Are washing down the drain Wish my problem had a name Something I could blame There's something to say about falling down And getting up not giving up There's something to say about falling down And getting up not giving up at all I remember you and me in fifth grade Rocking out to Bon Jovi In front of my mom and dad, My sisters too, wooden guitar I'm dead or alive without you What does it matter if I write another stupid song What does it matter if I pour my heart out all night long This shit's my therapy, This shit's my therapy for me Without it, well, I'm pretty sure that I'd shrivel up and die