Bomb The Music Industry! Why Oh Why Oh Why (oh Oh Oh Oh)
Ever since you're young you'll be begging them to treat you like an adult and even when you're not they will treat you like you're six years old. Condescending stares down your nose from the back corner of a party. Oh, your little clique's got cool but you aren't any fun. So why oh why oh why am I hellbent on acceptance here, like a non-sarcastic smile would really fix my day when I get so depressed at night I can barely put the bottle down and I know that you won't care if I go away? So, I won't care, not from this point forward. If you're so stuck on feeling cool, why oh why did I ever care about you? Oh oh oh oh. When you're down and out, those acquaintances that treat you like a stranger scramble to the phone for the scoop on your latest little fall. They're the ones who call you, but only when they're looking for a favor, and you can hear the cracks when they tell you that it's been too long. So why oh why oh why do I even stay in touch with you when you're only here to leech off my good days? You know, I get so depressed sometimes it's a wonder that I'm still around and I know that you won't care if I go away. So, I won't care, not from this point forward. If you're stuck in your world of cool, why oh why did I ever care about you? Oh oh oh oh, oh oh oh oh. There's a marathon that I watch as a kid every new year of The Twilight Zone and I wonder if it's still on. These days I get shithoused and make plans to lose weight before the summer. Oh tell me, why I'm first in line to find what I'm doing wrong?
