Fake Problems - Done With Fun Lyrics

Memorized, and marked on my calendar*
I'm saving up some money for extra spending cash.

Why do we hate this place?
Why do we run away?
Why can't we have any fun now-a-days?

I have a headache,
I have some problems,
And a hundred excuses why I never solved them

Why do we hate this place?
Why do we run away?
Why can't we have any fun now-a-days?

I can't take this, anymore
I guess I'm not the only one that's keeping score
I can't change this hangin' around,
I'm sick and tired of always being
Fed up with this crowd

Oh what a tragedy,
I feel sorry for myself
Don't you feel so bad for me?

Why do we hate this place?
Why do we run away?
Why can't we have any fun now-a-days?

I hate to say it,
Maybe I'm the problem
I left the notes hangin'
Without resolve them

Why do we hate this place?
Why do we run away?
Why can't we have any fun now-a-days?

I can't take this, anymore
I guess I'm not the only one that's keeping score
I can't change this hangin' around,
I'm sick and tired of always being
Fed up with this crowd

Please put another record on,
Cause I don't want to hear that song again.

Why do we hate this place?
Why do we run away?
Why can't we have any fun now-a-days?

I can't take this, anymore
I guess I'm not the only one that's keeping score
I can't change this hangin' around,
I'm sick and tired of always being
Fed up with this crowd