Sorry Bro

Fifteen songs, fifteen shows, fifteen pigs sucking at your tit.
How does it feel to live here? How does it feel to leave here?
fifteen notes, fifteen notes, fifteen dogs chewin' on your throat.
How does it feel to come home? I wish you had a home.
And you've got nothing I want but something I need.
You've got the elegant ability to breathe.
Traffic report fifteen dead.
A head on collision, at least that's what I thought I had read.
We're the kids in America,
We're the kids in America!
Fifteen days, you're back on track with fifteen ounces cut out of your fucking back.
How does it feel to be you?
I do not envy you dude.
And you've got nothing I like but something I love
You've got the charm and the skills to rise above.
You know how to be loved.
And you're as clean as a broke dick.
I don't want to be like you but I'm still rooting for you
I would hate to be like you but I'm still rooting for you
I would hate to be like you but I'm still rooting for you
I don't want to be like you but I'm still rooting for you
You've got nothing I hate but got something i loath.
You still walk around letting other people pick out your clothes
and they'll tell you when to go, they'll tell you who to know.
and then they will tell you when to stop.
and then you'll stop.