You thought you had it made
like the songs would write themselves
But your words ran out in oak
And your fingers lost the chords
You wait around so bored
And you hit the bar too
And you waste your time on girls
You know they're getting you

They love the pain that you create
The drunken fights you fabricate
They've been hurt too worse than you
You told yourself it's not your fault
You told them not to get involved
Some bullshit excuse to escape unbruised
But they'll move on while you're stuck hating yourself deprecation
Your self centered songs
the space you created
between your words and your actions
these loveless liaisons have left you alone
Oh, your game is a lose

You really wish it wasn't like it was
But like before that time you wished it was alittle more
than how you felt before that time
you made a wish to think the way you felt
when you were young
then you realized you'd never ever, ever know enough
You wished and prayed and you tried to stay
in love or at least in your lover's good graces
to keep it going, just keep it going

Cause we'll believe the drinks get stronger
And much, much more frequent
For the sloppy drunk boys
Who hide in their basements
Where the songs write themselves
Yeah it used to be easy
before we got lazy
and drank with the girls
No, no I know it's not your fault
No, no no, no, no you said not to get involved
Whatever makes you happy
Whatever you need to believe
in all these self afflicted tradgedies
You scribble them down on that miserable sound
Oh yes, this is the goodlife

no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no baby

Self deprecation has made it's translation
These lyrics are done