Have you ever wanted something to bad you let it change you?
Well I’ve thought about it too in all the pain that I’ve been through
There’s been a couple hundred types of girls that I’ve been into
And a couple hundred rhymes that my guitar got all strung up to
When I’m waiting in my bed all anxious for a reply message
I realize that I’m the last thing on this perfect girl’s to do list
And if I had one chance I swear I know that I could prove it
And get dressed up and clean and show that I’m not all that useless
Played a couple hundred shows sometimes to two sometimes to twenty
And I’d make a buck or few if I was ever oh so lucky
And a couple hundred songs I wrote that made it into something
A couple hundred more that stay obscure and almost nothing
It’s a lonely possible cop for a rock and roll positive jam
Yeah I remember the first time I had that CD in my hands
I’ve made a couple hundred rip offs of a couple hundred bands
And a couple hundred downloads to a couple hundred fans
I needed something new, I didn’t need an intervention
I needed something new, or maybe some kind of new lesson
I needed something new, because the writer’s block was pressing
I needed something new, and so I chose a new dimension