I remember growing up, and I   Can't forget throwing up   That Friday night   I drank everything in site, and      I remember sneaking out, and how   My mom was freaking out   When I got home   She had the police on the phone      Why do I always insist on   Making these dumb mistakes   I guess I'm just a good guy with bad:      I remember skipping class, and I   Can't forget that car crash   I didn't get far   I hit the principals new car, and      I remember her Dad's place, and I   Can't forget her Dad's face   When he opened the door   And caught us on her bedroom floor      Why do I always insist on   Making these dumb mistakes   Maybe it's just part of growing up      I'd like to think I'll learn my lesson   How many times does it take   I guess I'm just a good guy with bad luck      I'm just a good guy with bad luck   I'm always screwing up   This time I'm really fucked   I'm just a good guy with bad luck