Nine o'clock,
Friday night,
You don't know what to do.
The Seven Eleven's where it's at,
This story once again is all too true
Smoking pot and sipping sodas
Maxing on the cold concrete
I gotta get out of this redundant routine
But this town is just way too bleak
Killing time and wasting life
Watching all the cars as the drive by
Wasting life and killing time
I'm losing my mind
One a.m.
Saturday morning
You don't know where you've been
Driving around,
No destination,
Nomadic wandering's a thrill
Jesse wants to smoke up,
London wants to grow up,
and Kyle's score still under par
Talking about you idle ideologies:
Political... BLAH BLAH BLAH
Killing time and wasting life
Watching all the cars as they drive by
Wasting life and killing time
I'm losing my mind
Wasting time and killing LIFE
