Last night you asked how are you doin’nI said, I’m fine, I’ve just been feelin’nLike I’m never gonna have,nnever gonna have the life I want,nAnd I’m always gonna feel,nalways gonna feel like I’ve wasted this onenWould you argue with it? Could you argue with it?nI try, and try to move itnBut I get stuck and can’t do itnI’m the youngest one of my, youngest one of my siblingsnAnd the youngest one is still, youngest one is still, fuckin’ aroundnCould you argue with it?nI wouldn’t even try to fight you back.nCould you argue with it?nI wouldn’t even try to fight you back.nLast night, oooohhhhn