when i was just eighteen i had a girl that i loved and we would go to school and take no shit from no one at night we'd explore the back streets of our town she was my best friend, but now she's not around and there are days nothing makes me happy except writing sad songs but it's not that bad, i don't miss what we had i just miss being her friend i just miss being her friend there is an old man named andy who won't leave me alone when he knocks at my door i pretend i'm not home he says "check out this bible" and "isn't god great?" but he's to single minded to hear what i say "sorry, but andy fuck you and fuck god cause nothing else matters but me and my dog and playing guitar in my vegetable garden cause life wasn't meant to be hard life wasn't meant to be hard and i try my best to not get depressed to get out of bed early drink coffee, get dressed to be happy through out every miserable day but most of all to love all you know well i hate