Here's how to be happy: catch the football, win the game, pass the test, grab diploma, hug mom, feel empty, put your passion on hold, find a cheerleader, fall in love, sign the paper, buy the house, fix the tie into a noose.
Show me someone who's got life figured out.
You're either full of ignorance or full of doubt.
The difference between me and all my friends: they've got time to waste; I've got time to spend.
And I spent it all on you.
Here's how to be happy: grow your hair out, quit your job, fight your boss, crash your car, dump your girlfriend, get evicted, play some riffs, smoke a cigarette, drink a beer, listen to black flag, smile through it, laugh through it, smile through it, laugh through it.
Punchline straight to the face of all the mistakes I can't erase.
And all the high school friends I dropped because they didn't know when to stop.
Drunk in Isaac's living room; next thing you know you're 32.
To live and die in West Chester; sorry I want something better.
We're all on opposite ends of the depressive spectrum.