Me & All My Friends Have Got the Blues

Milo is our family dog, he’s just about fifteen
He could be a freshman in high school
But he can’t get up the stairs at night, and he can hardly see
Everybody else’s dogs are dying too

What a misty night up in the valley
What a shitty party, there’s no booze
Nothing ever has a good finale
But that’s old news
Me and all my friends have got the blues

Order up another beer at Barney’s Beanery
Grab a corner booth and sit awhile
Craning up our necks so we can all see the TV
Watch an ad for Prozac, crack a smile

What a crowded Thursday night in Hollywood
What a stupid choice to wear new shoes
Thе Mets are in the bottom ninth
And thеy’re not looking good
They’re gonna lose
Me and all my friends have got the blues

What do you do when you’ve been running out of dreams?
Our better days are all behind us, so it seems
It’s not the living, it’s the moments in between
I know, it’s hard

What a thrilling session for my therapist
What a time-worn story that we choose
A couple twenty somethings and we’re scared of it
This life – a platitude
Me and all my friends have got the blues