where the fuck are the friends

where the fuck are the friends
upon whom a fellow depends
they're supposed to stick with you 'til the ends
they seem to abandon me at the very first bends
i wonder why i'm all alone
even though i'm in my parents home
this town is far from fucking rome
and i'm surrounded by things i once owned
i'm ready to fuckin move on
i'll find another place to ponder upon
we'll get in the car and get it done
fuckin get behind the wheel and ride 'til dawn
i'm wondering why i'm still here
but with every day things become more clear
turns out i'm kinda weird
that's ok i grow a cool beard
i remember when i used to love life
when my days were clear and free of strife
when shit didn't seem to balance on the edge of a knife
when my former fucking friends weren't pondering a wife
but when i went to college i had a shock
back in highschool i thought i was a jock
but meeting knew people was a mental knock
we used to go outside and go for a walk
one time i was nearly dead
they found me laying down on my head
i love myself some italian bread
that fat fucker decided to wed
the grammys were fuckin whack man
i've decided we need to do all we can
to keep ourselves attached to our plan
only then will shit not hit the fan
in the basement sits a drumset
back in columbus is a place i rent
my dad seems to always make me fret
and in botheration my mom seems always hellbent
the beatles were my favorite band
i have a mode of transport for travelling the land
back in college people spoke of ayn rand
in my mind she was never much in demand
so the day is nearly done
and the battle is nearly won
and perhaps we'll stand upon
our little boston patch of redemption