Lyrics The Pain - Greaseball

I've been feeling so low
That's why I'm getting so high
Everybody my age learned the name of the game
Now I think that we all wanna die

I've been thinking about life and how it hurts
So don't be sitting next to me
Everyday it's the pain
It's the pain
It's the pain
It's the pain
And that's all that it's ever gonna be
I've been thinking about my girlfriend and how she likes my friends
My inferiority complex, well it seems that
It seems that these things, well they're never gonna end
I've been drinking too much on the porch with the cat, probably how I've gotten so fat
I've been thinking about my ex-girlfriend and my next girlfriend
And how I'm trying to have sex with them
I'm that dirty bad motherfucker in your ear, scraping up change for a beer
Pissing in a bottle, trying to buy a G, it sucks to be me

I've been feeling so low
That's why I'm getting so high
Everybody my age learned the name of the game
Now I think that we all wanna die
I've been feeling so low, I've been feeling so sad
Dry my eyes on a knife in my room
Suicide doesn't sound that bad

I've been thinking about college and how it's never gonna be
I ain't been to a class for the last 12 years since I dropped at the age of 13
I could blame it on my bad habits or I could blame it on my dad's passin'
I could blame it on the rain or the pain
It's the pain
It's the pain
It's the pain,
It's the pain
It's the pain
I've been practicing my Spanish, hola senora como te amas
It makes me feel much closer to the man who I grew up watching disrespect my mama
I guess this is how the story plays, I've been thinking about the glory days
And how I haven't seen those in so long, I ain't trying to see no more damn days
Let me tell you how I feel

I've been feeling so low
That's why I'm getting so high
Everybody my age learned the name of the game
Now I think that we all wanna die
I've been feeling so low, I've been feeling so sad
Dry my eyes on a knife in my room
Suicide doesn't sound that bad

I've been thinking about just bouncing without any announcement
My fear of a lack of endowment and
My fear of a lack of a fountain of youth to dive into and
Drown in and these profound thoughts compound and start pounding
On the back of my eyes
The same way I imagine my past romances get pounded
In the back of a car nicer than mine
It's a 93, it's a 99 I'm not sure
It's not the time to be fixated on what year my car was made

I'll spill the marmalade and shards'll break and shatter
Chatter rattles in my brain, inflicting pain down in my bladder
Please don't talk to me no more about the weather
I hate the weather, whether it's sunny or better than ever
I'm never doing better than you, it's evidently true
Never one for taming any shrews
So, hide your wives and hide your sisters, this is the advice I'd like to give you
I found a wife, she liked my picture, she doesn't like me, well I still dig her
Cause this eligible alcoholic is down to frolic and down to fall in a pound of toxins and
Bounce the ball with a round and tall chick who's down from Nawlin's for the Winter
Hope I pick me a winner
I guess for now I'll make the evening be a hopeful one
My self-deprecating songs are still better than your boastful ones

I've been feeling so low
That's why I'm getting so high
Everybody my age learned the name of the game
Now I think that we all wanna die
I've been feeling so low, I've been feeling so sad
Dry my eyes on a knife in my room
Suicide doesn't sound that bad