All hands up for the weekends Flip out and call all your friends We're in this ride together Keep up if you can take the heat Imagine super-soakers Biting those tasty burgers Cannonball off a cliffside Kneel down take a moment We lie down on the pathwalk We sprawl out on the freeway Board games with brave intentions Loser buys everyone a beer Walk barefoot with no target No red meat, pounds of chicken Walk free with no restrictions Hey, Jesus, take the wheel! How is this any different? We all still know it's magic They'll still be raising prices For gas, or food, for all my bills Why can't we have no worry? Give time to form a story Bout time to clean the ashtray May God please help with this All hands up for the weekend Flip out and call all your friends We're in this ride together Everybody, come on, strap on in Eat every In-n-Out burger Drink wine from super-soakers Cannonball off a cliffside We'll let the summer decide!

I can't relate because it's not the same thing Falling behind a wall of words to take swings Can't sleep at night, they say I'm an insomniac Speed down the 5 and glide lines like a maniac Summer is here and you all know what that means Trade out those jackets for T's, the one's with short sleeves I bet you can't handstand on a mountain bike Admit you know that you and I are a lot alike Everybody knows that you can't go With rollerblades fast down a slope Windows down for miles and miles Hang on, guys, it'll be a while Can't eat meat that's on a stick Not high enough to watch a flick Someone popped a Mike's (LET'S GO) Hang on, I'm busy staying fresh Tell me again, repeat it for the 3rd time I can't support shitty bands like Sublime Swallow some ice to stave off a heat wave Turn on the fans, close your eyes, and be brave I'll say again, as a Californian You're not so tough with your hands on that Foreman Hours go by, sweating on a bicycle You wish you were sucking on an icicle Think about all the things you hate With years of life gone down the drain Nothing for those years of strife Don't you know there's more to life? Everything that you can feel It's part your life's grand appeal Even if that means it sucks There's no thing as shitty luck Everybody knows that you can't go With rollerblades fast down a slope Windows down for miles and miles Hang on, guys, it'll be a while Can't eat meat that's on a stick Not high enough to watch a flick Someone popped a Mike's (LET'S GO) Hang on, I'm busy staying fresh It's the same thing It's the same fucking thing everyday

I know I'm asking for a lot I only want what I had thought Oh, I thought that I could get away with anything this time But I've been caught red handed My, oh my Oh whoa oh I'm not anything like you, I'll hurt nobody What I'm saying now is true, I'm broke and bloodied And everything that could go wrong has Suddenly shown me I'm not strong Some people have never been in love Some people would rather be alone But I can't stand the feeling of isolation, it's rough And there are days where I long for your touch Oh whoa oh I'm not anything like you, I'll hurt nobody What I'm saying now is true, I'm broke and bloodied And everything that could go wrong has Suddenly shown me I'm not strong But I don't care No, I don't mind at all It's kinda funny how I mix my emotions for a shitty cocktail I can't forget, I can't forget the details I'll sit in the dark with the blinds closed every fucking day And, soon enough, I'll regret my choices And later on, ignore your message And introspect 'till I keel over And all my friends will surely tell me "Oh, I think that'd be great for you!"

Stumble through the halls World feels very small Fight into the streets Now we’re breaking free Trapped in my own mind Secrets left to find Fall into the earth This is my rebirth I hope the sun won’t burn my eyes Trying my best just to survive Youth Living in a dream We’ve all got sights to see I will never be A self that isn’t me We throw our arms up to the sky I hope the sun won’t burn our eyes Youth Where do we go? Where do we go? Where do we go? Where do we go?

LA kidz never know where to go at 3 AM Blacked out drunk, crashing at your friends Confess to stupid things that you did Cuz it won't get any better than this Can we agree to never go to bed this wasted Stay up all night thinkin' bout what she said Eventually, I'll come to the conclusion When the time is right Tough skin, you'd know what it feels like No sense, my brain's tilted just right Everything gets on my goddamn nerves These days, I'm covered by darkness Phone screens ensure that I can't miss something deep inside It's my fault that I could never get it right Mess up all my friendships overnight Eventually, I'll find a good solution When the time is right When the time is right Finally, I can go to sleep And in my dreams, you don't hate me But it's getting cold and it shifts and moves astray All the time I wasted writing songs about how I hate LA

All the truths and all the reasons, they only complicate my actions Through the implications I've got nothing to put my mind to rest And I'm staring at the ceiling wondering why I am yearning When it's hard to stomach all attention when you're so depressed I just could die And now I'm broken, self-aware, and more adjectives that you can fit in Then I feel disgusted with myself for feeling low And I can choke on good intentions you use justify your actions But it's hard call out shit behavior when you have no friends I feel like falling through a black hole With the embers of this last bowl Swimming through the darkness Is the only love I've got left

And all the kinds of questions I've got in my head To project this kind of person on all the one's I've got left It makes it kinda easy to think that I'm not worth it Late liquor and tipsy even though the bottles not kicked yet (oh, oh oh, oh oh oh oh) Make me feel really smart Cuz I know I'm just a stupid puppet Fuck it! Sadness has a certain charm And it pays to be a someone who's unfit, worthless tool And every kinda person that I've let in my head To share all my fuck up, to air all the dark secrets You make it sound so stupid when I can't process this Take you up on your offer, I'll let this Scotch speak instead Isn't it kinda dark? That I can't speak my mind To save this worthless Problem filled life of mine And I know it takes some time to perfect My own tunes Only I know