More Men Remembering the Girls Who Made Them Cry

It is so silly to think that boys are allowed to cry
I mean really, why do my salty tears matter to you?
You cry every time you get drunk and call me up
Wasted and upset about everything, whatever, fuck you
Why didn't you come over then?
I'd love to just have you laying around waiting for me to fuck you
I'd love to pretend like people are tailor making love songs for us

Salty and saturnine faces squinting in the Summer sun
Long pants and hoodies in July
I used to love the punk rock scene
But now I'm totally over it
She doesn't answer oh well
It's  good reason to drink yourself to death
And the artists' true dilemma is always rehab and sobriety
How am I supposed to not give a fuck if I'm always sober?

Do you ever watch drunks with such sullen envy?
Do you ever watch television and reel in nostalgia?
Like if you agree, I'm tired of people asking for my opinion
I'm tired of watching my fellow man seek out validation
It's not funny, it's not even sane, it's just kind of silly
Bedhead all night, drinking and thinking
About all this: stupid shit

I can't sleep when I'm halfway to a black out
I just stumble around shift restlessly in a filthy bed
No sheets and no cigarettes, I'm fucked
Nothing to watch or consume
Just some shitty music and muttering
Eyes shift and dilate and sobriety seems like death threats
Muttered lazily by some strapped overly muscled
Greek god looking motherfucker probably an actor
Or a prostitute

Probably an actor or a prostitute
With frosted hair and perfect eyebrows/complexion
Standing around with a drink in his hand
Talking to girls and eyeing all the boys
I hate the night life
I hate sharing my misery with you all
It's something precious to me so I'm done with the hand-outs
A lot of people are going to the city
To get drunk enough to ruin any possibility of getting laid
At least this time around it's my fuck up not yours

I'm just saying I've been talking to men who can only remember
All those poisonous girls who made them cry
I said "sorry I'm just depressed"
It's the best excuse I ever thought up, I don't want to get out of bed
And I said her name while I sang a song of such jilted
Acheing
Shitty
Hearts

I've been reminiscing with my shit head friend
I guess I really was that high
I kinda forgot man, that's pretty funny
And you laugh because it's pretty easy
To just ignore the awful truth
That I wasn't then what I am now
And I'll never be who I want to fucking be
It's frustration and masturbation that go hand in hand it seems
I just tug and tug and fantisize

...and nothing fucking comes out.