Besedila: Single File. Common Struggles. Girlfriends.

*whistle*
I've grown quite accustomed to the mess. To all the sleepless nights. Which I don't quite really remember. But whatever. It's all the same. Yeah. 'Cause right about now.

Chorus:
All my girlfriends. Are breaking up with me. And all my good friends. Yeah they're selling me out. Oh so what if I'm a burn out baby. You don't got to celebrate it.

*whistle*
The writings on the bathroom wall. But I don't think I can read it. At least not, not in my condition. But whatever. It's all the same. Yeah. 'Cause right about now.

Chorus:
All my girlfriends, Are breaking up with me. And all my good friends. Yeah they're selling me out. Oh so what if I'm a burn out baby. You don't got to celebrate it.
(2x)

I'll send a telephone message.
For human ears to bear. We're going to rock 'n roll heaven. I hope to see you there. I really hope to see you there. I really hope to see you there.

'Cause I've grown quite accustomed to the mess. To all the sleepless nights. Which I don't quite really remember. But whatever. It's all the same. Yeah. 'Cause right about now.

Chorus:
All my girlfriends, Are breaking up with me. And all my good friends. Yeah they're selling me out. Oh so what if I'm a burn out baby. You don't got to celebrate it.

All my girlfriends. Are breaking up with me. And all my good friends. Yeah they're selling me out. Oh so what if I'm a burn out baby. Oh so what if I'm a burn out baby. Oh so what if I'm a burn out baby. You don't got to celebrate it.

*whistle*

(Thanks to Hannah Sebestyen for these lyrics)