Same ten songs on the radio and I still don't have a job   They call this summer vacation, I'm numb with frustration   I've turned myself around so many times I don't know where I'm going   If you can see me try not to scream because   There's nothing that's wrong with me that's not wrong with everyone   It's just that I'm aware of what gets me down and what takes me there   And what makes me hang around with surrogate family and friends who can't stand me   And part of me's thinking I'll just throw in the towel      But I need to start making money so I can have money   So I can spend money on things like girls and music and hash and bread   So I can eat daily and not drop dead   But the letters of rejection, they keep piling up   The position's all filled and I'm shit out of luck   I really need to get some resolution here fast   'Cause tomorrow afternoon they're gonna shut off my gas      Dear Liz, come back to California and save me   The summertime's driving me crazy   It isn't even fourth of July   Thing is, you probably think that I'm lazy   Jobless and taking it easy   When I'm about ready to die      The night's too young and I feel too old   To be home alone watching a cigarette smolder   Down to the lips that shouldn't be there   But I'm too drunk to notice, too tired to care   That I'm killing time like it's a friend of mine   And it doesn't even matter that the sun still shines   'Cause I'm here and it sucks and I'm broke, my life's a fucking joke   I see another couple holding hands, I'm gonna choke to death   And with my last breath I can holler out your name because it's all I got left   I'm wishing I'd thrown that towel back when I could have, should have      Dear Liz, come back to California and save me   The summertime's driving me crazy   It isn't even fourth of July   Thing is, you probably think that I'm lazy   Jobless and taking it easy   When I'm about ready to die