You got an F on that assignment
You really thought that you'd do well
The walk home feels long and lonely
You crash out on your neighbors couch
Your girlfriend called and said it's over
She said she found somebody else
And now you're crying in the bathroom
With a bottle of gin
When the weight is on your shoulders
And your chest feels crushed by a boulder
And you feel that you cannot roll away
I know it's all in vain
But never contemplate
Those awful things inside your head
After nine P.M
You look outside your 3rd floor window
People are laughing in the park
You start to feel a little bitter
But you know that they're right
Drinking always tastes much better
When you do it with your friends
The answers not within a bottle
It's in your own two hands
When the weight is on your shoulders
And your chest feels crushed by a boulder
And you feel that you cannot roll away
I know it's all in vain
But never contemplate
Those awful things inside your head
After nine P.M.
