Two, three

I'm sick of singing 'bout depression
On the same old chord progression
I'd be a-okay if I could b how you c me
But f it, and
And I can't wait till 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 (two, three)

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 heart is, 'cause

My wholе life has passed me by
You can say goodbyе

Ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh