I sat along the rocks and watch the cold Maine water rush away
The sun and my guitar and I knew what you were doing yesterday
You broke those promises but I'll get over it
'Cause as long as I'm breathing fresh air I don't really give a shit
So I'll complain for the next ten years, but remember that sometimes things are great

I didn't have directions and I hadn't eaten anything all day
We sucked a fat one and wasted a hundred dollars just to play
I ate a bag of peanuts right before the windy road
And I couldn't drink a thing all night 'cause of the vomit in the back my throat
Then you gave me your number and your sweatshirt so I didn't give a shit
So I'll complain for the next eleven years, but remember that sometimes things are great

You don't own me! You don't own me!

I worked my ass of my entire life to accomplish one dream
It started happening and everything was bastardized my greed
I said "pull this shit over and let me out
I swear to fucking God I'm fucking giving up right now"
And now I've got a brand new start, I remember that something are great

Scream it in apartment halls -
Scream it loud in shopping malls -
Take a ball point pen and paint the inside's of your eyelids with the constant reminder:
You don't own me You don't own me

Then I was underground without food or sunlight or encouragement
Depression set in 'cause I was a product of my environment
Then the other day, I got in my car
Pick Glenn Tillbrook up from the hotel, drive him to the bar
He wore a t-shirt just like me and wasn't on his phone
And for fifteen minutes I had a conversation with a hero
So I'll complain for the next ten years
And after that we'll go drink beers until the bar runs out of beers
Prepare for the next twenty-three years

'Cause if I wasn't a fat kid in high school, I would have never listened to punk rock
And if I knew how to throw a football, I would have never played any music
And if never got my heart broken, I would sing "blah blah fucking nothing"
And if you didn't fuck my ex-girlfriend, I would still owe you three-thousand dollars
And if I never lived in that van I wouldn't have met Chris or Steve or James, Alex or Middagh
And if I never worked in a basement I would have never moved out of my house
And if I had a big emo band or dropped out of college, I would have never met you, man