I wake up at two o'clock
The trash can smells like beer again
I look in the mirror
Feel like Nathaniel Fisher
I've got these photos of you
From three years ago in June
And back when we were young
I swear you looked just like the springtime
I'm dreaming about you again
I'm always out of money
I'm always out of touch
I'm cried myself to sleep again
I know that that's not punk
I pass out at two a.m.
I lost my self respect again
I'm dreaming about you again
Some day I'll convince my brain
To quit painting pictures of your face
I'm dreaming about you again

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