I′m sick of singing 'bout depression

On the same old chord progression

I′d be a-okay if I could be how you see meBut F it

And I can't wait 'til I′ve ascended

To those pearly gates in Heaven

If they take one look at my punk ass, just forget it

I won′t get in 'cause

Yeah, I think life has passed me by

You can say goodbye

Ooh, ooh

Ooh, ooh (one, two, three, four)

I sleep myself into a coma

On this whiskey scented sofa

Strum away my days instead of trying to go for

My diploma, so

I tell myself that I′m an artist

It's how I wish to be regarded

It′s a full time job being a fucking fraud and that's where my hеart is

′Cause my whole life has passеd me by

You can say goodbye

Ooh, ooh

Ooh, ooh