I have this problem i like to share with you all,
god i wish i could be an intellectual.
you sit in grass with a glass
of red wine in your hand,
not like my friend
who drink beer as fast as they can.
You're so smart, you like art,
you read the books i would never understand.
i'm not that smart,
i like to fart a teenage punk is what i am.
Your life seems like such a joy to me,
'cause you see art where i cannot be.
friends must be so easy for you to find,
they don't have to be nice,
just have an interesting mind.
So now i stop riding my skate
and be like tou a real fake.
i don't have to care at all,
'cause now i'm a intellectual.