the eight year binge it is filled with regrets i went to get educated all i earned was self pulsated passing out in my living room on my sofa in my bed drunk in a bathtub in my kitchen alone or with friends on rooftops with a city view margueritas, beers, and guitars somebody's house we hardly knew a thirty pack brought home from the bar going to shows and to clubs far away playing pool after hours in bars on the train in a car on the run it was fun and it never would have ended if the money didn't run out but it always does and it certainly did that is the story of a kid