Titles are Formality

Well don't we always seem to go
Chain smoke five cigarettes
The same day your mom looks through your pants
And finds the butts
And I don't even smoke that much

Don't we feel the same way
Every single Sunday
When our muscles feel weak?
Our minds feel ripped and there's two
Ways to go
And one way is down
The other leading blindly back into town

Don't we all find solace in inane foreign substances
That we deem fit?
To alter the way we perceive
And the way that we go about
Whatever it is that we do

And it's not all wrong but I'm not sure it's right
The way we get high and everything's peaceful
Down on your luck or up on the orange stuff
And we all feel fine until it comes crashing down

Today I ate four sours
Washed my hair in the shower
Went to school, did everything I was supposed to
But it won't compare to days we spend just to get away from it
Just smoke too many Camels
And the girl who dropped out two months before
And the other girl that you adore

So any life that I create in Christian education
In high beams is destined to crumble under the pressures
Of what is so much more fun
And there's so many ways to go
So many ways to stay right where you are
So many things to do
Decisions to make

But I'll save you the drama if you save me a bottle
And we can get high and everything's peaceful
But everything's not peaceful
What do you expect us to do?
We're just people
In a world
In a town
In southern Vermont