Unlimited Breadsticks, Soup and Salad Days

I bought a couch and a grill and a table with chairs
 Paid for gas, like, the whole way down here
 Electric and cable, a shelf and end table
 Almost a hundred bucks worth of veggie burgers and buns
 I bought a case of beer and the charcoal to light
 Said that we should do this every single night
 Don't worry about the cash because I've got the scratch
 And I can't save my money because that isn't polite
 I don't know why I always complain about something
 When what I got to complain about's nothing
 No goddamn kid's had a luckier year
 And I'm bitching about internet and beer
 And just like that I'm broke, not a buck to my name
 And nothing to do with the rest of the day
 No parties last all night, just TV and websites
 And reproduction Peanuts strips I've read a million times
 So can we please ride bikes and not just sit inside all day
 Letting fresh Georgia air go to waste?
 It's really not funny how bad I am with money
 So let's pedal as far as it takes to think about something else
 I don't know why I always complain about something
 When what I got to complain about's nothing
 No goddamn kid's had a luckier year
 Somebody break out the No More Tears
 I don't know why I always complain about something
 When what I got to complain about's nothing
 Could help out something, now everything's wrong
 And no one wants to be around me, no one wants to be around me now
 As we sit around being broke
 I'm losing my penchant for jokes
 It's just wry half truths from a privileged youth
 With a constant nostalgia for bad times when they're through
 I don't know why I always complain about something
 When what I got to complain about's nothing
 No goddamn kid's had a luckier year
 And I'm bitching about internet and beer
 I don't know why I always complain about something
 When what I got to complain about's nothing
 Could help out something, now everything's wrong
 And no one wants to be around me now, not then, not ever ever ever ever ever ever ever again