Martin Eden Written Left-Handed in Crayon

Who knows how this came to be And who cares how this came to be I got a kid I don't know and a criticized novel A novel, yeah, a super shitty novel Who thought the lives we lead Meant any one to anything (Or anything to anyone) These Alameda sunsets Are holding me back again Oh well, stupidity fancied me the author Of a time and a place, a time and a place Just because I didn't know what to do with my life I took the beauty and filth The shine and the guilt As more than just another Friday night And I'm left with Rose colored reactions And a dyslexic diagnoses from an online test Saturday Saturday's comin' 'round Saturday Saturday comin' down You had a future so bright But the sun in your eyes Yes you found a way but nobodies gonna warn you Yes you found a way but nobodies gonna warn you Yes you found a way but nobodies gonna warn you Yes you found a way Old days seem older now than before I'm gonna buy an old shack in Guadalajara Guadalajara or some place less common And change my name to John Wayne Or something less dummer Because These Alameda sunsets are holding me back again These Alameda sunsets are holding me back again These Alameda sunsets won't ever let me leave