Letra de Punk Is the Worst Form of Music, Except for All the Others

It's dawn somewhere in Tallahassee
I'm still lying awake with you next to me
Tired enough for misery but too miserable to sleep
You find a new date every day on the internet
I ain't found one for myself in years, I think
It's nothing personal, but I hate you right now much as I hate
Tallahassee
This Chevy van is not my home
Tell me it's true, until I believe it
And I'll tell you that your dream is a prison
It's noon somewhere, I think it's Michigan
I'm driving fast as the hardcore tape you're playing
To make it to the show on time. As if I really give a shit
Because every song is a lie as soon as it's played twice
And by the hundredth time it's pathological
If I had any courage I would have quit a dozen states ago
This Chevy van is not my home
Tell me it's true, until I believe it
And I'll tell you that your dream is a prison