Cracking a hard cider when the days work is done Got a crank in my neck from having too much fun And the radio's more static with small fragments of a song But the sound still is my favorite and I'll try to sing along "Buzz" Questioning my morals And how much more of this I'll take Got a whole array of tools to patch my patience when it breaks And my mama's on the phone wondering why I'm still awake And I've got nothing So I say nothing And so is life, I guess I'm in too many memories, I'm on way too many tabs Maybe I'll love October when I'm in the latter half But the days are getting shorter so I better learn to love them fast And I'm building up potential over all the things I lack Sometimes I dream about a life, a life I've never had Where I got no destination and a brimful tank of gas I'll get a dog and name him cowboy and he'll sit right in my lap And the reason that I'll love him is he'll protect me from the bad Bad guys Bad, bad guys So is life, I guess So is life, I guess Mmm