25 Hour Goddamn Telethon - Bomb The Music Industry!

No matter where you go to you can still sit on a couch

You can still sleep 'till it’s dark outside, you can still just hang around

You can still not make new friends, you can ignore the ones you have

You can always ostracize yourself and you can forget how to laugh

Problems are all I create

I live in four month mistakes

So can we leave today and start the next mistake?

Or am I fucked this time, can we not go away?

Can we leave today and start the next mistake?

Or am I fucked this time, can we not?

Upon my last trip back there I remembered why I left

All their flakiness, my shakiness and the friends I never met

But I didn’t feel relief, in fact I just felt more regret

With a higher wage and a Metrocard I could deal with loneliness

Problems are all I create

I live in four month mistakes

So can we leave today and start the next mistake?

Or am I fucked this time, can we not go away?

Can we leave today and start the next mistake?

Or am I fucked this time, can we not?

And in four months when it finally gets warmer

I’ll have already planned more disorder

When I’m comfortable and feel like I’m in my place

I’ll be on my mistake

Another boring story, another self imposed

Another boring story, another self imposed

Can we leave today and start the next mistake?

Or am I fucked this time, can we not go away?

Can we leave today and start the next mistake?

Or am I fucked this time, can we not go away?

Blah blah blah, problems self imposed

Blah blah blah, problems self imposed