You're probably out of service Well, lately I've been working at this fucking high school Dealing with some bad kids You've been out there touring Making lots of bad friends Have you been running from your unpaid loans? A series of squares and cows and mobile homes Your brother's friend just moved in Seven Oaks One of my students lost both of her folks Got recognized for my music While sitting patiently at the local urgent care I pray to God hoping that he didn't overhear The nature of my visit here I'm so drunk on the past That my future's already hungover I'm so drunk on the past That my future's already hungover You're probably out of service That's what I tell myself when you're ignoring me on purpose Fuck it, I've been working You had to find yourself So I had to find a boyfriend Held on to every old shirt of your band A series of premature lyrics at best Heard you're with someone you argue with less 'Agreeable Temperament' at what expense? The grass may not always happen to be much greener On all the other smith machines But if I stumble on healthy soil It's only fair that I show transparency I might give you up, I might let you down I might run around and desert you I might make you cry, I might say goodbye I might tell a lie and hurt you I might give you up, I might let you down I might run around and desert you I might make you cry, I might say goodbye I might tell a lie and hurt you I'm so drunk on the past That my future's already hungover I'm so drunk on the past That my future's already hungover I'm so drunk on the past That my future's already hungover I'm so drunk on the past That my future's already hungover