Bomb the Music Industry! - Stand There Until You’re Sober

Now all my friends rise at eight.
They go to sleep before midnight.
And I just wanna drink ‘til three
Embarrassing myself publicly.
And you all used to be just like me
You fuckers used to be just like me.

So now I sit and stew alone.
Everyone’s already sleeping.
Everybody’s moved away
and can pay their bills on time.
No one else is making a hundred and ten bucks for twenty hours.
God I hate this fucking place.
God I hate what happened to me.
You promised we’d stay best of friends.
But we can’t ‘cause I just can’t grow up.