Mom says if I haven't written the song 

by the time that I turn 23

Ain't happening in this life

One in a million chance 

That any of these songs will make us any money

Like I give a fuck about that


A thousand needles pick my brain

My fifteen minutes of fame

Are washing down the drain

Wish my problem had a name

Something I could blame

There's something to say about falling down 

And getting up not giving up

There's something to say about falling down 

And getting up not giving up at all


I remember you and me in fifth grade

Rocking out to Bon Jovi

In front of my mom and dad, 

my sisters too, wooden guitar

I'm dead or alive without you


What does it matter if 

I write another stupid song

What does it matter if

I pour my heart out all night long

This shit's my therapy, 

this shit's my therapy for me

Without it, well,

I'm pretty sure that I'd shrivel up and die