Life Is Rhythm

I’m not alone
I’ve got the best friends a guy could ask for this late in his 20's
Who’s been pissing the decade away with wandering eyes
I’ve got to admit, there’s a fucked up parade in my head
That won’t quit of people I love marching the streets
They’re murdering drums and they’re keeping the beat
And I don’t know where to jump in line
Rhythm was never a strong point of mine (x2)
I’m not alone
And on the eve of my best friend’s wedding I quietly get drunk
Turn 30 in the blink of an eye
I’m still learning things and breaking some laws
I still write and sing these songs with their flaws
Here’s to the groom who’d most likely be dead
If the bride hadn’t shown up and unfucked his head