They said to give up
And to grow up
That my songs make them wanna throw up
That I'm not original
Or catchy, or clever, or smart

They said my guitar would sound better
At the bottom of the Ohio river
That I should get a job
At the Route 51 KMart

And sometimes I think I might agree with
My old friends that don't call me anymore
To hang out or catch up or go drink beer

And maybe I am not the same
Thank God that I am not the same
And I hope to be weirder than this
This time next year

With friends like that who needs friends
When you have seasonal depression
In Western Pennsylvania, or anywhere
You're afraid to just be yourself

Sometimes I feel like I'm stuck here
Trapped in the wrong year
Like an empty pack of cigarettes
Like an endless bill called college debt