I bought a couch and a grill and a table with chairs, 
Paid for gas, like, the whole way down here, 
Electric n' cable, a shelf n' end table, 
Almost a hundred bucks worth of veggie burgers and buns. 
I bought a case of beer and the charcoal to light
And said "we should do this every single night, 
Don't worry about the cash because I've got the scratch 
And I can't save my money because that's impolite."

I don't know why I always complain about something 
When what I got to complain about's nothing. 
No goddamn kid's had a luckier year 
And I'm bitching about internet and beer.

And just like that I'm broke, not a buck to my name 
And nothing to do with the rest of the day. 
No parties last all night, just tv and websites 
And reproduction Peanuts strips I've read a million times. 
Can we please ride bikes and not just sit inside 
All day letting fresh Georgia air go to waste? 
It's really not funny how bad I am with money 
So let's pedal as far as it takes to think about something else.

I don't know why I always complain about something 
When what I got to complain about's nothing. 
No goddamn kid's had a luckier year, 
Somebody break out the no more tears.

As we sit around being broke, I'm losing my penchant for jokes; 
It's just wry half-truths from a privileged youth 
With a constant nostalgia for bad times when they're through.

I don't know why I always complain about something 
When what I got to complain about's nothing. 
No goddamn kid's had a luckier year, 
And no one wants to be around me now, 
Not then, not ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever again.