I′m Sick Of Singing 'bout Depression
On The Same Old Chord Progression
I′d Be A-okay If I Could Be How You See MeBut F It
And I Can't Wait 'til I′ve Ascended
To Those Pearly Gates In Heaven
If They Take One Look At My Punk Ass, Just Forget It
I Won′t Get In 'cause

Yeah, I Think Life Has Passed Me By
You Can Say Goodbye

Ooh, Ooh
Ooh, Ooh (one, Two, Three, Four)

I Sleep Myself Into A Coma
On This Whiskey Scented Sofa
Strum Away My Days Instead Of Trying To Go For
My Diploma, So
I Tell Myself That I′m An Artist
It's How I Wish To Be Regarded
It′s A Full Time Job Being A Fucking Fraud And That's Where My Hеart Is

′Cause My Whole Life Has Passеd Me By
You Can Say Goodbye

Ooh, Ooh

Ooh, Ooh