someday i fear i will be rescued from the boredom line
with lack of memory i fail to question why
with perfect sound you bring me down
hey i'm not listening
you're through killing me
with all your facts and late night therapy
like "paul's boutique" on empty streets
parked and waiting for lights to turn on for
good luck and drunk on your parents' favorite wine

all the things i remember
were they worth writing down

bury me in memories of ck1
and tight white t's
like air guitar in muscle cars
with "perfect teeth" the way we are

back in '95 more def than alive
i wrote the screenplay to lack of direction
late night movie "dates" with girls who skate
and i just can't relate
i'm through with school 'cause i broke the rules
now i work for the man and i'm drunk once again
watching reruns of night court ib cable t.v.

all the things i remember
were they worth writing down

bury me in memories of ck1
and tight white t's
like air guitar in muscle cars
with "perfect teeth" the way we are

wake up
thought that everybody loved me
wake up
thought that everybody cared
wake up
that that i might have the strength to carry on
turns out that i'm barely holding on

hey hey hey it's been quite a long time
i i i don't miss last november alright
yeah it's time for a high-five
hey hey hey it's been quite a long time

someday i fear i will be rescued from the boredom line
with lack of memory i fail to question why