Getting Sick

[Intro]
If all that I've learned is all I know
I don't really think I'm ever getting sober
You told me to take a Tylenol
But there's still nails in the back of my head

[Verse 1]
Wanna be a dumb popstar
And hit on your mom like Iggy and the Stooges
Play a show for your brother
And they'd all say "Holy shit, we love her"

[Pre-Chorus]
More and more, been thinking about leaving you
And more and more, been learning how to write the blues

[Verse 2]
Wanna leave this nowhere town
And get on a jetplane pointed at Atlanta
Maybe bang a supermodel
And make some kids that believe in Santa

[Pre-Chorus]
More and more, been thinking about getting away
And more and more, been thinking about how to say that

[Chorus]
Goddamn, it's getting cold
Goddamn, I'm getting old
Learning how to tie my shoes
How to not to cry and read the news
Goddamn, getting pretty sick of you

[Interlude]
1, 2, 3, 4

[Verse 3]
Wanna write a real good song
About falling in love or going to college
But I'd fucking key every car at UCLA
If given the option

[Verse 4]
You work as a waitress
And I work as a waitress
And maybe this time next year
You'll be working as a waitress somewhere else

[Interlude]
AHHHHH

[Chorus]
Goddamn, I'm getting cold
Goddamn, I'm getting old
Learning how to tie my shoes
How not to cry and read the news
Goddamn, getting pretty sick of you

[Outro]
Getting pretty sick of you
I'm getting pretty sick of you