I Hate All My F.R.I.E.N.D.S

I wake up at three, and then I wake up at five, and then I wake up at noon
I don't see any good movies
I just watch the same damn show, like, every day since June
It's not that I think it's funny
I'm sick of being surprised
Plus, I don't have any money, oh
Call it a compromise

And these four walls don't seem any bigger from my favorite spot on the floor

'Cause I'll know I'm getting old when my flannel shirts are growing mold
You don't scare me, Matthew Perry
'Cause I see you every day, but you never even glance my way
What do you know, Lisa Kudrow?
'Cause now I've used up all my tricks
And I'm stuck for good in 1996

I know I can't choose my hyperfixations
God only knows that I've tried
I'm running low on excuses
And even lower on pride
I'm not the type to be honest about my mental decline
So when they ask "How you doin'?"
I'll probably lie and say "Fine"

Oh, I'm wasting away watching Phoebe Buffay
Could I BE any more deranged?

'Cause I'll know I'm getting old when my flannel shirts are growing mold
You don't scare me, Matthew Perry
'Cause I see you every day, but you never even glance my way
What do you know, Lisa Kudrow?
'Cause now I've used up all my tricks
And I'm stuck for good in 1996

But I'm not waiting for the answer to arrive
No destination, just pick a road and drive
Beneath the migraine, he's saying "We were on a break"
Stare at the ceiling and wonder why I'm still awake

I think I'm at a loss, 'cause I'm just as shit with love as Ross
You're a winner, David Schwimmer
'Cause I see you every day, and you somehow think that I'm okay
But I'm not, though, Lisa Kudrow

'Cause now I've used up all my tricks
And it turns out all my friends are dicks
I'm not some other asshole you can try and fix
And I'm praying I'll forget about my nervous ticks
'Cause I'm neck deep wading in the River Styx
And I'm stuck for good in 1996
Woah



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Writer(s): Sam Vana
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