Some salty stoned night You cut up your hair bad again And so you cough up a fake smile And hate to be photographed skin
Now I'm feeling chumped on the bus Left out of breath out of touch Fixed gear, this frat who won't lend an ear Why should he bother his father's career
Feeling hopeful and helpless Talking shit all the same Do you keep having nightmares About the old gang Or when I keep reminding myself this will pass But myself keeps reminding me It will come back
Some salty stoned night Some salty stoned night Some salty stoned night You cut up your hair bad again
