I sat along the rocks and watch the cold Maine water rush away.
The sun and my guitar and I knew what you were doing yesterday.
You broke those promises but I’ll get over it.
‘Cause as long as I’m breathing fresh air I don’t really give a shit
So I’ll complain for the next ten years, but remember that sometimes things are great.

I didn’t have directions and I hadn’t eaten anything all day.
We sucked a fat one and wasted a hundred dollars just to play.
I ate a bag of peanuts right before the windy road.
And I couldn’t drink a thing all night ‘cause of the vomit in the back my throat.
Then you gave me your number and your sweatshirt so I didn’t give a shit.
So I’ll complain for the next eleven years, but remember that sometimes things are great.

You don’t own me! You don't own me!

I worked my ass of my entire life to accomplish one dream.
It started happening and everything was bastardized my greed.
I said “pull this shit over and let me out
I swear to fucking God I’m fucking giving up right now”
And now I’ve got a brand new start, I remember that something are great.

Scream it in apartment halls -
Scream it loud in shopping malls -
Take a ball point pen and paint the inside’s of your eyelids with the constant reminder:
You don’t own me. You don’t own me.

Then I was underground without food or sunlight or encouragement.
Depression set in ‘cause I was a product of my environment.
Then the other day, I got in my car.
Pick Glenn Tillbrook up from the hotel, drive him to the bar.
He wore a t-shirt just like me and wasn’t on his phone
and for fifteen minutes I had a conversation with a hero.
So I’ll complain for the next ten years...
And after that we’ll go drink beers until the bar runs out of beers
prepare for the next twenty-three years.

‘Cause if I wasn’t a fat kid in high school, I would have never listened to punk rock.
And if I knew how to throw a football, I would have never played any music.
And if never got my heart broken, I would sing “blah blah fucking nothing.”
And if you didn’t fuck my ex-girlfriend, I would still owe you three-thousand dollars.
And if I never lived in that van I wouldn’t have met Chris or Steve or James, Alex or Middagh.
And if I never worked in a basement I would have never moved out of my house.
And if I had a big emo band or dropped out of college, I would have never met you, man.

Lyrics submitted by KeasbyKnights

Syke! Life is AWESOME! song meanings
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  • +1
    General Comment@dcrudeboy:

    I think it's supposed to sound similar...kind of like bookends for the album. It ends it off nicely!
    MintyMintyMintyon August 05, 2007   Link
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    General CommentI think this is my favorite BTMI! song.
    It's so optimistic, I love the "and if I never" part.
    "And if you didn't fuck my ex-girlfriend, I would still owe you three thousand dollars"

    Greatest line =]
    plastic_sconeson March 11, 2008   Link
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    General CommentAnd I quote... This song took forever because I really wanted to capture the themes from the beginning of the song and implement them in a way that didn't sound forced but also didn't sound predictable. I had at least a dozen A B A' B B' C A structure patterns written down for it, always wanting to do more but being painfully well aware that if a song is longer than four minutes it better HAVE to be longer than four minutes. Cutting out a lot of the repitition in verses and vocal patterns and stuff really seemed to take away from how I wanted the song to build, and finding the right place to put the themes in proved to be a pain in the ass. So I tried it a bunch of different ways, and eventually I just cut a little bit of junk out so it kinda sounds like 20-second blasts of different genres whether it be alt-country, post-punk, reggae or synth pop. I dig it. There are one or two REALLY bad punches in this mix that jump out at me every time I listen to it, and I really should have caught them earlier and fixed them but I was so happy to have this thing done. The song was about how I was fed up with wasting my time in my shitty town with my shitty job. Then one day, Glenn Tillbrook played at my club and I volunteered to pick him up. He hung up his phone when he got in my car, we talked about my old band, his old band, the music industry, my ideas for Bomb the Music Industry! and a bunch of other stuff. When you talk to the guy who wrote "Pulling Mussels From A Shell" and he turns out to be a cool dude who is a lot like you and your friends, you kinda realize that life isn't always shitty. I thought about a couple of moments in the past few years that I wouldn't trade for any amount of money, success or freedom and figured, fuck, I guess I'll write ONE song that isn't all whine and no dine.
    KeasbyKnightson February 20, 2006   Link
  • 0
    General CommentMy favourite song from "To Live or Die in Long Island".
    mattton July 03, 2006   Link
  • 0
    General CommentFor one, Mattt, it's "To LEAVE or Die In Long Island," but I agree. It's just billions of genres clashing and leaving something great behind. I lovessss it. :D
    Deadbaton August 19, 2006   Link
  • 0
    General Commentthat's what i meant hah. jeez.
    mattton October 03, 2006   Link
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    General CommentIs it just me, or does the part at the end where Jeff sings "And if i never...." sound a lot like the "Na na na na na" in Happy Anterrabrae day?
    dcrudeboyon March 07, 2007   Link
  • 0
    General Commenthey dcrudeboy!

    and yes, it does.
    beforethefogon May 06, 2007   Link
  • 0
    General Commenti wrote my college essay on this song good times.
    hockeykid2237on March 03, 2009   Link
  • 0
    General Commentyou broke those promises, but i'll get over it,
    cause as long as i'm breathing fresh air i really don't give a shit
    but i'll get mad for the next ten years but realize sometimes things are great

    those are the right lyrics

    Then you gave me your number and your sweatshirt sometimes things are great

    do i have like a different version or some shit?...
    feelingthis26on August 20, 2009   Link

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