The smell of cigarettes stain the backseat
We stick around because we don't care
None of us have had to work for nothing
Lets go to Tyler's house and waste some air
1 more 40
1 more year
What a waste of youth grandeur
Lets take a trip on a road to nowhere
With a car your parents own
Lets make a stop at every Starbucks
Lets complain about how service is slow
1 more problem
1 more Schmear
Racing Rats are more sincere
One more last drink
Before you drive home
We'll watch Fight Club till 4 in the morning
Talk about that Pixies song at the end
We spew ramblings of something exotic
And what will happen when our lives begin
1 more 40
1 more year
What a waste of youth grandeur
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