Lyrics: Dag Nasty. Field Day. Matt.

when I look at the life in which I'm sinking
naturally I find myself thinking
what am I doing here ?
it's been fun , so much fun
doing things I never should have done
but I'm not fooling anyone (except for maybe myself )
what am I doing here ?
what am I doing here ?
tell me Matt how do you do it ?

you walk the line without ever losing it
you can rest assured
another hit won't do you any harm
(uhmm...I'm at 7129 little avenue....there's no trouble ...just some kids drinking beer in a pool)
m-a-t-t Matt m-a-t-t Matt