I don't want to a song today

But I have to, lest I break this little song-a-day thing

It's getting tougher to become inspired

And even putting out shit isn't appealing

Here's the second verse, we're rolling along

Three more lines to go, including this one

Then there'll be a chorus, another verse, another chorus

Then maybe an annoying solo courtesy of the pentatonic scale

Writing songs sucks, when you force yourself to do it

I'm like Rivers fucking Cuomo for Chrissake

Can't see past the agony, or past Beverly Hills

I'm like Rivers fucking Cuomo for fucksake

Chugging along to the SAT words

Ennui, bibliography, contemporaneously

Shit son, can get a what what, can I get fist bump

That's what she said

(solo)

Writing songs sucks, when you force yourself to do it

I'm like Rivers fucking Cuomo for Chrissake

Can't see past the agony, or past Beverly Hills

I'm like Rivers fucking Cuomo for fucksake