Drink to Have a Good Time

Look at all the happy people-they make me wanna puke
My attempts at being one of them are constantly rebuked
I get along with others, but nothing ever clicks
When things go wrong, it don't take long for me to wanna quit
So I dream up grandiose schemes and swear I'll do it on my own
'Cause everyone seems to let me down that I put my trust upon
Getting used to it is the worst thing about despair
I try to see the good in others, but I never found nothing there

Women and sunshine, you're out for a fun time
And here I'm steady coping on three bottles of bum wine

My nerves? What swerves? They're sliced and hanging loose
Self-medicate to excess to blunt the effects of potential stress
It's strange how people change, but the years have that effect
Too bad we haven't kept in touch; I suspect you haven't noticed yet
A constant reminder that life could be kinder
I drink to forget-I wake up and wince
Guess I've been doing some moving on, some moving up and on out
I'd rather rip than think of shit to talk about-so fuck it-leave 'em all in doubt

Friends I had a few, expectations one or two
I've got to rise above it all, so I can reign down abrupt

Been down in the hole as of late; find it difficult to concentrate
The conversation flowed until the keg ran dry and I remembered how I don't relate

Suffering through parties, feel like a stowaway
Most of my disdain is reserved for the douchebag DJ
How long have we been here-three hours or four?
Fuck the electric slide-shit, haha!-throw on some Carnivore (war)
The company of others: I struggle to endure
The mindless chatter and pleasantries: I often just ignore
A few wisecracks-I knock 'em back-I keep on ordering more
For a while at least, you're not as boring as I thought you were before

I finally relax when the streamers are at half-mast
Right before the beer cans swept away, and the cleanup's underway
Imagining myself among the ghosts of revelers
And then my headache starts pounding away until late the next day