I once heard a song about it never rains in Southern California

I once saw a band play at the farm sober, I hadn't had a drink

Like cleaning gums or hugging bums or doing something that you knows good for ya

Those times are tedious and tenuous and hopefully much shorter than a blink



I'm so easy to dechiphe

I could rationalize for life

But from all the strife I caused, I gotta go without

Taking 'codones is insane

I don't wanna kill, I want more pain

So like the California drought, I'm drying out



I got the one job that it's frowned upon if you're not a user

The bands that are all sober are the ones playing the Warped and county fairs

I'll go to a meeting and get called a loser

Then I get invited to a party from a bro who works at Bayer



He's got shit from 1910

Bottle H, that's genuine

I just want see what all the hype's about

I just gotta try it once

But I say no 'cause I got 3 months

And like the California drought, I'm drying out



My sponsor should be Ernie Ball or PBR and not Pat from Petaluma

The chips I want are kale, corn, potato and for betting on a flush

But now I gotta listen to a 20 minute story that's just a rumor

And I'm sorry but this nicotine and caffeine don't gimme the same rush



I'm a jest pilot in jux

To positions in a crux

I'm not in fashion, I'm in flux, so they all doubt

I just want some cocaine

But it's making me insane

I think I may have broken my brain, I'm drying out