Anyways

Somewhere outside I can hear the sound of my neighbor's Tourette's
 I wish he could calm down
 And I just got home from buying magazines full of bands that I can't stand
 And everybody I know is a critic these days
 And everyone else is going through a phase of living vicariously
 Through these lyrics from assholes who never even got it anyway
 I represent my city but not my scene
 I consider myself a part of nothing
 But these four chords and a reason to live
 Are about all that I could ever have to give
 And who ever said that I had something to say?
 And I've been spending all of my time this way, and I feel okay
 You just say anyway
 I found my way home because I was bored
 And I sat outside in my car as it poured
 And I listened to songs that when I was young
 Created this world I still think I'm from
 And everybody I know is an artist these days
 Everybody you know is an artist these days
 And everyone I know, they all seem afraid
 Well, I'm not an artist
 And who ever said that I had something to say?
 And I've been spending all of my time this way, and I feel okay
 You just say anyway
 And all these things I hate, I just write them down
 And all the people I hate, it's why I don't come around
 And I've been trying these days to fill that empty space
 I've realized it won't go away
 And all these people I love, I want to write them down
 And send a message that says, "I'm so glad you're around"
 I fell away for some time
 I thought I lost it
 I started to lose hope, but then I found it in the least likely places
 Where these losses kind of make us
 And this noise, it can replace us, but it keeps me coming back
 I was searching for an ending, but I found a new beginning
 And it might not be perfect, but it keeps me coming back