It's Hard

It's hard to think of words to sing all the time

It's hard to pick the right ones and be sure they rhyme

It's hard to give a good goddamn to loose the ties that bind

It's hard to free the demons that live inside my mind

It's hard to write a punk song when things are going great

It's hard to build a bridge when no one else relates

It's hard to write a love song while you masturbate

It's hard to be straight edge when you self-medicate

It's hard to think of words to sing when everything's been sung

It's hard to make it clever when you trip over your tongue

It's hard to hold all of your thoughts when they weigh a ton