What's today if tomorrow is Friday I can't remember what I have to do These days go by faster now That I'm 23 Nobody warned me I can't write music The way I used too I get in trouble too much My back's against the wall And it's my fault Jane take me away I tried the solo thing Stray didn't work out for me What is this supposed to be the punk life wasn't made for you It's meant for me And suddenly I hear these geniuses Ideas That keep on popping whispers Into my ears The autumn leaves Seem to have came and went Now I'm here With my homies And my Beer And my week is right I can't write music The way I used too I get in trouble too much My back's against the wall And it's my fault Jane take me away I can't write music The way I used too I get in trouble too much My back's against the wall And it's my fault Jane take me away