Your Favorite Song

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