They said to give up
And to grow up
That my songs make them want to 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 K-Mart
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 gear
Like an empty pack of cigarettes
Like an endless bill called college debt
And I don't know when I first started feeling so alone
Like how everyone else has a place
And I simply don't
And sometimes you wake up in your thirties
And take a look around
And realise that you're lucky
Not to be a ghost in a ghost-town
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 think that I'll die here
Sometimes that's alright
Sometimes those words haunt me and cut me like a butter knife
And if your friends are assholes
Then you're better off alone
Or you can go make new friends
At the retirement home
Or you can move to Hazlewood and I will be your friend
And we can make a record in our brand new punk rock band
With friends like that
Who needs friends when you have seasonal depression
In Western Pennsylvania
Or anywhere
Anywhere