I never really liked this bar
I really seem to grow apart from everyone that's gone so far
You didn't seem very smart

To think that I would separate from what felt good
I couldn't wait
Now I'm still rotting in this state
but I'll get better at any rate
I know that I don't make any sense
it's what I call a self defense

I think it's kind of funny
But it makes me pretty mad
I'm always out of money

I always seem to fill my car
With kids, I don't know who they are
She really wants to be a star
and that won't get you very far

To think in this big Milky Way
That we could leave a little trace
A piece of you in outer space
It wouldn't be worth the wait
And though I knew that you weren't fine
Oh, it seemed so right

I think it's kind of funny
But it makes me pretty mad
I'm always out of money

And you stand there and make your own way
Yeah, you, you made it from the first day