Beyond the common grind, the nine to five. The dead-end jobs we try, we try to hide. We struggle through the means to meet the ends. Please tell me that this life isn't permanent 'cause we don't care enough. So don't hold it off. You're what gets me off, and gets me through long and sober days. You don't deserve to be unnoticed; you don't deserve to be treated like that. We've gone too far to be unnoticed, so let's get gone. Days and weeks go by and seasons change. The scenery gets old, it stays the same. There's nothing in this town but you and I so baby pack your bags 'cause we leave tonight. So we've spent our nights awake, passed every small town along the way. Here's to bad times, they were the best times. Give up the good times and we'll survive.