A Pot in Which to Piss

Part I. Theme from the “Drunk and Alone on Valentine’s Day” EP
It was a pretty good GPA
We got a couple of good grades,
And it sounded like a pretty good seven inch.
And winter didn’t seem so cold,
And I had a smile for everyone I know,
I was starting to get comfortable in the place that I’m in.

And it used to not mean anything,
It used to not mean anything,
It used to not mean anything,
But it really really means nothing now.

Nothing means anything anymore.
Everything is less than zero.
And I know it won’t do much good,
Getting drunk and sad and singing,
But I’m at the end of my rope,
And I feel like swinging.

It was an unflattering photograph,
And people saw it all over town
Hanging up in the wall above the urinal.
Hear the man with the notepad say,
“Oh, they’re funny, but they drink too much.
Don’t be surprised if they don’t amount to nothing at all.”

We were talking about giving up,
We were talking about lying down,
We were talking about tying off
Wasn’t it supposed to mean something now?

Part II. From a Brooklyn Vegan Comment Thread
Let them see you struggle and they’re going to tear you apart.
You ain’t never been no virgin, kid, you were fucked from the start.
They’re all going to be laughing at you.

You can’t make it on merit, not on merit and merit alone.
Dan McGee tried to tell me, “There ain’t no more Rolling Stones.”
They’re all going to be laughing at you.

I’ve been called out, cuckolded, castrated, but I survived.
I am covered in urine and excrement but I’m alive.
And there’s a white flag in my pocket never to be unfurled,
Though with their hands ’round my ankles, they bring me down for another swirl,
And they tell me, “Take it easy, buddy – it’s not the end of the world.”