Y.D.F.U

It's the same old story, young and dumb and broke as fuck

Feeling like I'm running out of time and running out of luck

Late at night the voices tell me to grab a noose and hang it up

But it's funny how I can't hear those voices when I'm black out drunk

I don't think I'll ever fall in love and I hate the thought of what I've become

I'll cry about it when I'm sobered up but right now I just don't give a fuck

So let's do cheap drugs with fake friends

And party on weekends

And I'll pray when the sun comes that it's alright

Yelling God, please save us, because we're young, dumb, and fucked up

On second thought, I wouldn't mind it if I died tonight