Another Friday night
I'm liquored up
Things look better at the bottom of my cup
Every thing I do doesn't seem to count
Every time I give it's not the right amount


Think you know what you're lookin' for
Morale is high and your feet get sore
You spend you're waking life trying to fit in
You're looking for trees, all you're finding is dirt
It's a slap in the face and feelings are hurt
Then Will shows his face with his hands on a bag
A half hour your down cause it's dirty old schwag
It's the same old song in and again


But I know at the end of the day
I won't be able to say my name
And I won't care so don't you worry for me
I love your style, it's so damn kind
The kinda girl that really blows my mind
Every time we meet my feet leave the ground


Too many nights are spent
Passed out face down on somebody's bathroom floor
Twenty-one and nowhere
One step forward equals two steps back
I'm going nowhere faster than the speed of sound
Somebody tell me where a friend can be found


Tip the bottle and pitch the cap
After a few I'm gonna take a nap
And it's only noon so I can do this all over again
I keep this bitter medicine around
And live a life that's slowly fading down
And they say the nights no place to find yourself alone


Too many nights are spent
Passed out face down on somebody's bathroom floor
Twenty-one and nowhere
One step forward equals two steps back
I'm going nowhere faster than the speed of sound
Somebody tell me where a friend can be found