Same ten songs on the radio and I still don't have a 
job
They call this summer vacation, I'm numb with 
frustration
I've turned myself around so many times I don't know 
where I'm going
If you can see me try not to scream because
There's nothing that's wrong with me that's not wrong 
with everyone
It's just that I'm aware of what gets me down and what 
takes me there
And what makes me hang around with surrogate family and 
friends who can't stand me
And part of me's thinking I'll just throw in the towel

But I need to start making money so I can have money
So I can spend money on things like girls and music and 
hash and bread
So I can eat daily and not drop dead
But the letters of rejection, they keep piling up
The position's all filled and I'm shit out of luck
I really need to get some resolution here fast
'Cause tomorrow afternoon they're gonna shut off my gas

Dear Liz, come back to California and save me
It isn't even fourth of July
Thing is, you probably think that I'm lazy
Jobless and taking it easy
When I'm about ready to die

The night's too young and I feel too old
To be home alone watching a cigarette smolder
Down to the lips that shouldn't be there
But I'm too drunk to notice, too tired to care
That I'm killing time like it's a friend of mine
And it doesn't even matter that the sun still shines
'Cause I'm here and it sucks and I'm broke, my life's a 
fucking joke
I see another couple holding hands, I'm gonna choke to 
death
And with my last breath I can holler out your name 
because it's all I got left
I'm wishing I'd thrown that towel back when I could 
have, should have

Dear Liz, come back to California and save me
The summertime's driving me crazy
It isn't even fourth of July
Thing is, you probably think that I'm lazy
Jobless and taking it easy
When I'm about ready to die