Misc Unsigned Bands - Curtis mutter - depression booze and song

I ^Aused to get drunk in Don ^DBosco F^Eield, With ^ATopher, ^DBerger and ^ELars. ^AWalking home with a ^Dmickey of w^Ehiskey, And a ^Ddiscount Pizza ^ESeventy-T^Ahree. ^ANow I get drunk and write these ^Dstupid s^Eongs, But they ^Aalways ^Dturn out ^Ewrong. ‘Caus^Ae I only write whe^Dn I’m n^Eot all right, And I ^Dfeel like ^Eshit ton^Aight. Well ^DI can’t ^Eexplain, Why I’m s^Do fucking ^Einsane. Dep^Dression, ^Ebooze and ^Asong.

I ^Aused to sneak out of my b^Dedroom wi^Endow, Hop the ^Afence with ^Dmy gui^Etar. We’^Ad then start a fire an^Dd songs were r^Eequired, In my ^Dold pal Ms. ^EMaxwell’s b^Aackyard. But I ^Atend to get too down to be ^Dpart of that c^Erowd now, Sometimes I ^Asee her ^Don the ^Ebus. She ^Asays we should hang out and ^Dasks when I’^Em free, But it ^Dwouldn’t be how i^Et used t^Ao be. Well ^Droute twenty-^Enine, Like those ^Dold high-school^E times, Has seemed to ^Dpass right ^Eby witho^Aut me.

To^Aday I stumbled upon some ^Dof those ^Eold songs, I re^Acorded back ^Din high-^Eschool. They were ^Aall about misery, which means I c^Douldn’t have been a^Es happy, As I ^Dthought that I ^Eused to ^Abe. ^A‘Cause the grass is always greener^D on the^E other side, Which ^Ameans your m^Demories ^Elie. I ^Aguess what I mean is I’ve^D never bee^En happy, But back ^Dthen I was a b^Eit more al^Aright. ^DTime tends to ^Efly, And as my ^Dlife slips ^Eby, I think I’v^De done eve^Erything no^At right.