Mom says if I haven't written the song    by the time that I turn 23   Ain't happening in this life   One in a million chance    That any of these songs will make us any money   Like I give a fuck about that      A thousand needles pick my brain   My fifteen minutes of fame   Are washing down the drain   Wish my problem had a name   Something I could blame   There's something to say about falling down    And getting up not giving up   There's something to say about falling down    And getting up not giving up at all      I remember you and me in fifth grade   Rocking out to Bon Jovi   In front of my mom and dad,    my sisters too, wooden guitar   I'm dead or alive without you      What does it matter if    I write another stupid song   What does it matter if   I pour my heart out all night long   This shit's my therapy,    this shit's my therapy for me   Without it, well,   I'm pretty sure that I'd shrivel up and die