I think about my friends and the ones I’ve dissed, all the beautiful girls that I’ve kissed.  I wonder how these things get in my head.  I think about all the times I spent with you.  I think about all the stupid shit I do and I wonder who the hell is sleeping in my bed...Maybe this time will finally last forever or maybe tomorrow I’ll find somebody better, but no matter what it all remains the same it always ends up my punk ass to blame...Everything’s alright walking in my shoes Everything’s alright I ain’t got time to sing the blues alright, everything’s gonna be alright...Why does your breath disappear at the slightest thought of any fear and why do I always have to be so lame, and if the forest really echoes with the laughter of every ancient myth, I wonder why the story always seems to change... I think about everything this world has tried to show me, I try to hit every curve this world has tried to throw me, but no matter what no matter what it all remains the same it always ends up my punk ass to blame...Everything’s alright…..