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DEPRESSION, BOOZE, AND SONG Opens by strumming an E-chord.
I Aused to get drunk in Don DBosco FEield, With ATopher, DBerger and ELars. AWalking home with a Dmickey of wEhiskey, And a Ddiscount Pizza ESeventy-TAhree. ANow I get drunk and write these Dstupid sEongs, But they Aalways Dturn out Ewrong. 'Cause AI only write when DI'm not aEll right, And I Dfeel like Eshit tonAight. Well DI can't exEplain, Why I'm so Dfucking inEsane. DepDression, Ebooze and Asong.
I Aused to sneak out of my bDedroom wiEndow, Hop the Afence with Dmy guiEtar. We'd Athen start a fire and Dsongs were reqEuired, In my Dold pal Ms. EMaxwell's bacAkyard. But I Atend to get too down to be Dpart of that cErowd now, Sometimes I Asee her Don the Ebus. She Asays we should hang out and Dasks when I'm Efree, But it Dwouldn't be how it Eused to Abe. Well Droute twenty-Enine, Like those Dold high-schoolE times, Has seemed to Dpass right Eby withoAut me.
ToAday I stumbled upon some Dof those Eold songs, I reAcorded back Din high-Eschool. They were Aall about misery, which means I cDouldn't have been as Ehappy, As I Dthought that I Eused to Abe. A'Cause the grass is always greener oDn the oEther side, Which Ameans your mDemories Elie. I Aguess what I mean is I've nDever been Ehappy, But back Dthen I was a bEit more alAright. DTime tends to Efly, And as my Dlife slips Eby, I think I've Ddone everyEthing not Aright.