Do you sit around still to just think about
With all the bands that you thought you could do without
The ones that send you straight off to hell
That 17 year old punk on TRL

Well you remember your first band SugarCop
You should have made it but the label let the record flop
They said arrangements just didn't feel right
The first single just didn't have enough bit

Well so long, cause it's so wrong
When you turn and walk away

So are you gonna hide in room
Are you gonna watch your flowers bloom
Are you gonna write the next "White" album
Well maybe it's time to just move on

Are you gonna run for President
Or are you gonna realize you spent
Your whole life chasing a dream
Well maybe it's time to just move on

You're 43 now you work at a record store
You're thinking back you know you say you could have done more
You lost touch with all your friends that went away
They sold out but everyone does someday

So sit back listen to yourself
Be bitter cause there's nothing left
And you can't go back and change the way the game
Has always been played

I don't wanna be the one who fades away